An artful arrangement of shells
A year later Trump raises hell
All else has failed
To get Comey jailed
Me thinks that dear Donald’s unwell
I bet sister Suzie’s to blame
It’s against her Trump should take aim
Because I hear tell
That she sells seashells
And shows how they’d look in a frame
8 miles out and six feet down
A mob term, claims the orange clown
Sounds crazy, although
The Don should know
‘cause as a thug, he is renown
