'Twas the night before the presidential inauguration, when all through the White House

Everyone was stirring, even Obama’s spouse;

The podium was placed on the front lawn with care,

In preparation that Trump soon would be there;

Republicans were nestled all snug in their beds;

While visions of brick walls danced in their heads;

Follower in their 'Make America Great Again' caps,

Had just settle their brains that this election is a wrap,

When out in the Twitter world Trump tweets make a clatter,

I spring to my phone to see what now is the matter.

Away to my Twitter feed, I see with a flash,

Trump discriminating the disabled and treating women like trash.

When what to my wondering eyes did appear,

NOT Hillary's missing emails, the thing we've been looking for all year.

With a heartbroken feeling so real and thick,

I knew in a moment 'I'm going to be sick'.

More rapid than eagles his corrupt cabinet members came,

Trump whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:

"Now, Pence! now, Mattis! now Mnuchin and Sessions!

On, Priebus! on, Bannon! on, Flynn and Spicer!"

So down to D.C., the Trump clan flew

In the Trump private jet which was shown landing on the news.

As I drew in my head, what would come of the future,

Across the stage Trump came, carrying a banner.

Dressed in a black suit and a tie the color red,

everything for the inauguration was in place, there were no loose threads.

With a wink of his greedy eyes and a twist of his thin haired head

Soon gave me to know I had everything to dread;

He spoke of his thanks, but then went straight to his bragging,

Humbleness? Something the Trump administration is lagging.

As Obama's family left, he gave his secret service a whistle,

And away they all drove after Trump's dismissal

But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight—

“Obama out". *Drop mic*