A Poem by Michael Egan
The Trumpublicans dream of a Coup
Though they’re unsure of just what to doup
Should they vote, should they fight, should they soup?
How to handle the N and the Joup?
When it comes down to enemies, houp?
Will it end up as something they’ll roup?
Will it stink like an Englishman’s loup
Full of crap and bad smells and old poup?
So here are a wise word or toup
For anyone bent on a Coup
Please don’t claim that you couldn’t have knoup
That the whom the bell tolled for was youp.