This year, what do the witches wish to add to their dirty, toxic brew?
Tongue of Rad-man
(short on sense),
Sautéed with
That fly on Pence.
Ample chins
From younger days,
Turn this broth
A greenish haze.
Plop in 'pins'
That ain't too shabby;
Then chide the cauldron:
"Who's her daddy!"
Next, add in
Demented teeth,
A polished horse-face,
... Sarah Heath.
Slowly simmer (in)
Big white hoops;
M's shameful jacket
Crowns this soup!!!
Bubble, bubble
Toil and trouble:
Will the Donald
Score a double???
