Whistle Blower Who Had Been Slower

While on tree became a grower; Seemed to be slower and slower, And a big pain; Constant strain; In middle found a whistle blower. Do remember when on me dawned, Trump appeared to be far beyond, We believe; Pity receive; All our thoughts he did abscond. So all of my poems how is this? And object of them you did miss; Stuck up far; Obscure scar; Thought I had been a big priss. How ironic had been our intent; Many ways may mind be bent; Then in town; Upside down; So this stupid poem we sent.