‘Twas the night before impeachment, and at the white house

Donald trump was staring at his computer mouse

The tweets were written and drafted with care

In the hopes that the vote wouldn’t soon be there

His fingers were nestled on the right click

While visions of removal hit him like a brick

The senate in their chamber, and the house in session

Had settled down to vote, finally making an impression

When all of a sudden, he rose to a clatter

Hey, is that Vladimir Putin? What could be the matter?

“Donald, you’ve done well” he said in a flash

“Don’t worry about impeachment, the senate will pass”

“How can you be sure” Don asked to his boss

Vlad laughed as he said, “I’m someone they won’t cross”

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