Aerie awry, a dodo in oval office
His fleas more regal
His curved spine better formed than
His twit twittered twiterpated mind
He fell there by plot and scat and pee,
A showered coronation as he squawked
And double fisted fried twinkies on sticks
His sad underwear full of loot droppings
Corn flavored ious scribbled in BBQ sauce
Only his dim dong don dodo claw
Can sign so illegibly ode O doe dough
Until an eagle takes out the trash
Brash rash of extinct values
His wings good for nothing flight related
His fat fingers locked in avian genes
His brood dull beaked with greed
Worn on their make trump great sleeves
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