‘Twas the night before Christmas, when through the West Wing
Nobody was stirring, doing even the slightest thing;
Melania’s decorations were all plastered in black,
In hopes they would lead to Donald’s heart attack;
The children were coked out, asleep on the floor;
While visions of sugar mommas were now in store;
With Melania at Mar-a-Lago and Donald in DC,
A loveless marriage courtesy of Jeffrey Epstein,
When outside the White House was a resounding boom,
It wasn’t quite time to start work on the ballroom.
Ever so slowly, Donald peeked his head outside,
Curious to see the body that Stephen Miller would hide.
The spotlights turned away from the home,
Aimed at Pennsylvania Avenue, where drunkards would roam
When what to Donald’s line of sight was suddenly viewed,
But a press conference of women he had abused,
With a strong, determined woman with experience having led,
Donald knew in a moment she must be Gloria Allred.
Growing in confidence, these women shared,
Their names and their stories, now Donald was scared:
“Marina Lacerda! Annie Farmer! Jess Michaels, too!”
Share with us all what Jeffrey Epstein made you do!
Tell the whole world about Donald Trump’s friend!
Force him to realize this will never end!”
With the wind suddenly howling, Donald felt scared,
He wished his pal Ghislaine could be with him there;
Outside the Oval, Gloria was suddenly gone
The women with her vanished from the South Lawn—
And then, all of a sudden, Donald heard overhead
What sounded like footsteps directly above his bed.
Pushing Mein Kampf off the bedside table out of fear,
Donald saw Gloria Allred standing right there.
She was dressed in all red, in a power pantsuit,
A devilish color, designed to take down the brute;
The unredacted Epstein Files, she was ready to post,
And Donald’s face looked like he had just seen a ghost.
Gloria’s eyes were blazing! Her laughter so loud!
She knew she had Donald cornered and was ever so proud!
Her smile was that of someone who knew,
Of all Donald’s secrets, and those of Jeffrey Epstein, too;
She brought out a cigar and lit it right away,
She was celebrating Donald’s downfall on this very day,
She had a strong face and eyes that were ablaze
You could tell she wanted this for years and not days.
She was someone Donald would never call a “10”,
Perhaps that's why his nervous laughter crept up again;
But Gloria wasn’t having it; she shut him up quick
By kicking him squarely in his teeny tiny dick;
Donald quickly went down, writhing in pain,
And Gloria brought out the Epstein Files once again,
And glaring at Donald, she revealed what he feared,
The copy she had had not been DOJ cleared;
She sprang out of the White House to call to her team,
They were now ready to come forth and to be seen
But Donald heard her cry out as she departed that night—
“No matter what you do, Donald, these women will fight!”
