Come out for The Donald, ye every last chump,
Who found yourself reasons and voted for Trump!
With gold-plated ego, his own horn a-tootin’,
He swept from his tower, assisted by Putin.
Now the cry has gone up, and grows louder each day
From the citizens: “Please, can Obama just stay?”
I think I’ll leave it there; neither Trump nor the poem deserve more time. Any who want to complete more of it, you can find the original here, at Pharyngula.