Maiden's In White - As Spoken By Trump After His State of the Union Adress

All I see is white And pouts and scowls, My night they blight Among their sing and howls. Those very Vixens With hearts of stone, Their plot now thickens, Their knives sharpened to cut bone. They’re out to get me That much I know, Shouting with glee For that one unseemly blow. I feel it coming But not quite when, That thought so numbing, It unbalances my Zen. What’s with these women Are they so pure No dirty linen Far from demure? But I’m a fighter, They’ve met their match Their blows far lighter They merely scratch. I lie in waiting For each and all No point debating The coming squall. So bring it on Maidens in white And watch me spawn Mayhem and blight.