Old Trumpnoddy
Old fat spider tweaking in a tree!
Old fat spider can’t see me!
Adderall! Adderall!
Names to call,
Call while tweaking, lost to me.
Old Trumpnoddy, all big body,
Runs rough-shoddy, all can see!
Adderall! Adderall!
Down you fall!
He's too busy tweaking and he's lost to me!
Fani and Letitia playing games
weaving webs to wind him.
Addled, laughs and calls them names,
but they already fined him!
Want to win? You need the middle;
but you're are fat and lazy.
Tweeting, tweaking, won't get acquittal,
in your cobwebs crazy.
(With apologies to J.R.R. Tolkien's fine poem in The Hobbit)
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