The Tweeter Strikes Back
At midnight, Don was not asleep.
And so, he rose to eat and tweet.
He ate McD’s; he felt relaxed.
He walked around, and then he spat.
On Fox, he watched a Democrat
who launched a partisan attack.
The Dem said, “Donald is a blight.”
So Don prepared a missile strike.
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It is written in iambic tetrameter.