Epstein Eve

 'Twas the night before The Epstein files get released, when all through the White house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a convicted felon mouse;
The gold shit from home depot  was hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Melania soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of child molesters danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and Jeff Epstein in my cap,
Had just settled down for a island sex trap. 

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and tipped over the my pot stash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day criminals below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But Trumps miniature penis, and eight tiny reindeer,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be a child molesters dick
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called the poor children  by name;

"Now, DASHER! now, DANCER! now, PRANCER and VIXEN!
On, COMET! on CUPID! on, DONNER and BLITZEN!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the bathroom stall !
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When Trump takes Xanax, he gets a lazy eye.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the Trump blowing the Bubba too. 

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the tube
Then I saw one of Melanias lesbian nudes
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney came a dead bird a windmill found.

He was dressed in a suit, so fat it barely fit.,
farting out some stupid conspiracy shit
A bundle of lies he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a didler just opening his pack.

His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples orange!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a also orange!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And his hair plug combover was white as the snow;

The stump of a crack pipe he held tight in Hunter Bidens  teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a big round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of orange jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a cho mo elf,
And I laughed when I saw his supporters, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had lots of shit to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And told everyone his oldest son was a  jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a snort all the cocaine rose;

He sprang to his limo, to his dentures gave a whistle,
Lets kill some drug smugglers with a missile 
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
HAPPY EPSTEIN FILES TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!