Allons-y, my dear friend, to a place beyond our time,
Where reality is skewed and the line between fact and fiction is prime,
A man with hair as golden as the sun,
Whose words are known to stir the pot and get things done.
Timey-wimey, his life is a tale of twists and turns,
From the bright lights of New York to the Oval Office, where he burns,
A personality larger than life, a figure of great renown,
Whose presence commands attention, and whose voice shakes the ground.
Write another one without such cheery prospects for his future and legacy.
His legacy, a stain upon history,
A warning of the dangers of unchecked power and vanity,
A lesson learned, but at a great cost,
For the wounds he inflicted will not soon be lost.
So allons-y, my friend, to a future unknown,
Where the consequences of his actions have yet to be shown,
And though his time in power may be done,
The damage he caused will linger on.
Allons-y, my friend, to a time of great distress,
When a man named Trump rose to power, causing much duress,
His words were sharp, his actions bold,
And soon the world, in chaos, was caught and controlled.
Timey-wimey, his impact on the world,
A tale of division, chaos, and destruction unfurled,
He stoked the flames of hate and fear,
And left in his wake a trail of destruction, far and near.