Whan that Aprill with its folk dejektd
As Trumpen long hath been elektd
A Miller yong yet bald of pate
With coontenance adript in hate
Cam forth and seyd, “Now herken ye
Of Trumpen will I speke to thee
And brook no question of the Kyng
His powrs so grete or hair so blyng!”
A Sander from the York of new
Seyde, “Miller, how doest fellow Jew
Enwallow midst the Trumpen’s stench?
Herken, putzen, be a mensch!”
Anon the Sander bernied hence
Yet still the Miller michaeled Pence
And quod that, “They who cross the Kyng
Shal face the Spicer’s spicy styng!”
Then swoor a Schumer, “Swiveth thee!
Thy Trumpen’s bryght as stumpen’s be
His wits as thyck be as his girth
Yet thynks he smartest oon on Earth!”
Thence the Schumer schoomed awey
To seed the Kyng’s impeachmente day
The Miller vext him with a pox
Of slanderen by fiendish Fox
An Oliver then laught and quod
“Yon Miller think his Trumpen God!
Yet God hath ken of bookes and man
Whilst Trumpen hath no healthen plan!”
Thus Oliver didst olives doff
In comic cocktails Molotov
The Miller ragen at the jest
Enlackyng wit the jest to best
A Maher then mahr-ed his voice to lyf
To mocken Trumpen’s tawdrie wyf
Her ars as firm as nectarynes
Depiktd thus in magazynes
The Miller’s mental mill didst grynd
To thynk of Trumpen’s wyf’s behind
For tho’ the Miller wershipt Trumpen
Melaniou he longt to humpen
So the Miller thralld the Kyng
With tales of foes’ skullduggeryng
Thus Trumpen screamt about the press,
Of heathens brown, his daughter’s dress
Whilst randy Miller slyly snuck
In bed to cuckold olden cuck
The castle tho’ was derk as pitch
As he bigon to skratchen itch
So saugh he not, as hard he pusht her,
In there crept the castle’s Kushner
To kush the Trumpen’s strumpet Queen
For he too saugh her magazine
The Kushner made to mount the Miller
When Miller’s mill met Kushner’s tiller
“Fie! Alas!” creyd lechers two
“Another man!” “Another Jew!”
From thence the Miller rarely speke
Lest Sander, Maher and even Beck
Shouldst stories telle of naked enden
Till even Trumpen comprehenden
And folks might swoor from sea to dale
Theyd heard – and seen – the Miller’s tail.
