A dumpster fire

"To the White House he strode," sang his choir, The elephants sparked a dumpster fire, His words became its fuel, Deceit was his tool, While the donkeys cried foul: "He's a liar." We need no DC to know all these things, Just stamp your ear on the bald eagle’s wings. You’ll see Iran sneezing; And Israel pleasing, Not too far away Gaza's sorrow rings. Red Maple touted as the fifty-first. PM as guvnor, a joke just nursed. Donald talk’s just full of scare, Yet Putin listens with care, With the hope that the North's missiles won’t burst. Troops in Damascus prepare to leave, Trump's friend in Istanbul made Assad grieve. To Moscow he fled, In his tower he read, The joy of this win, he wears on his sleeve.