‘Twas the night ‘ere impeachment, when all through the House
Each Republican was hiding, and not from their spouse.
The findings were laid out by Mueller with care,
In hopes that the Donald would fall in the snare.
Most voters were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of criminals danced in their heads;
With Beth on her twitter feed, and Tiff at her posts,
They had just settled in to deliver the most,
When straight out of twitter there came so much chatter,
I sprang to the website to see what was the matter.
Away to Beth’s Notes I flew like a flash,
Tore into the links and cleared out my cache.
The comments were flying, like birds on the go
I couldn’t keep up – I was always too slow,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But Bob Mueller, with seven, no eight, people in fear.
He handled each one, it was ever so quick,
I knew he had broke them, as each looked so sick.
More rapid than Trump tweets, his charges they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
Now, Flynn, you sing first! Then on to Mike Cohen!
We’ll deal with Paul Manafort! To jail he is going!
We’re talking to Kelly, who seems to know all,
or Rudy Giuliani, who’s willing to fall!
We’ll get to Javanka, Don jr, and Eric!
But lastly to Trump, who will soon need a cleric.
And cuffing Trump’s wee hands around his big belly,
He gave him a nod, and just then Trump shook like jelly;
Trump cried and he cried as he claimed it was Fake,
But no one was listening to this whimpering snake.
And I heard him exclaim, when they said, “You get life!”
He said it wasn’t his fault – it was all on his wife!