Puerile baby. Craves one lady. Seamy is his brand.
Shifty-eyed, pirate style; he’s scary. . .looks spray-on tanned.
Blather-screamer couldn’t be meaner ranting each demand.
Many are with him and forgive him, prying-gland scourge won’t be panned.
He’s a freak. . .unending tweets;
bashing victims is this fraud.
Not far back, many laughed:
The big blowhard ain’t got a chance!
Pierrot man could sure grandstand
Very audible, not mum.
Crook and con, he got it on
and his opponents were quite glum.
His troops squeal his name with zeal.
Him they cheer. . .his victims jeer.
Bloated, “yuge,” Il Duce nearly.
He don’t talk softly, slowly.

Wholly gross, the Whiny Ranter.
Mounds of head lice in that tied braid
Crazy clown with tweets of venom;
it’s an unending ego spray.

Boo-hoo baby. Ahole’s crazy. Greasy is his brand.
Shifty-eyed, lying style; he’s scary. . .looks spray-on tanned.
Blather-screecher, a racist memer ranting each demand.
Many are with him and forgive him, tiny hander won’t be panned.
He is weak, thus the tough speak.
Fascists, racists stand to laud.
Not far back came this chant:
“The big blowhard ain’t got a chance!”
Pierrot man could sure grandstand;
cagey weasel isn’t dumb.
Crook and con, sphincter fawn:
He bends to kiss his master’s bum.
Loves to squeal Vlad's name with zeal…
very clear his Putin cheers
show he love dictators dearly
He don’t talk softly, slowly.

Only boasts, the Whiny Ranter;
mounds of thread tie up that high braid.
Lazy clown with tweets of venom;
incompetence on full display.