Twas the night before christmas..

Twas' the night before christmas
And all through the white house
There was a slight stirring but not from his spouse

Vance donned his mascara, applied lipstick with care
In hopes that fat Donald might take him quite bare

Noem, Bondi and Miller all awaited their turn
To bend over and take it, for position they yearn

Whilst Kash wets his lips and Marco looks on
They all squat and kneel for diaper clad Don.

With mistletoe hanging above Donald's ass
As befitting a president with so little class

And so from the oval arose such a sound as
Slobber and spital all flung to the ground

Yet as Kash kept on licking, Vance dyed his hair blonde, Epsteins ghost looked on laughing and sought to respond "Not a child among you? You've all been conned."

(Original poem by Clement Clarke Moore, vulgar adaptions by me.)