I meant to say 10th Doctor... Write a poem about Donald Trump in the style of the 11th Doctor. Make sure to include the phrase "allons-y" and "timey-wimey".

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.

His rhetoric is divisive, and his tweets can be profound,
But his cult is legion, and his detractors, they abound,
A force to be reckoned with, a master of the game,
Whose destiny is written in the stars, and whose legacy will remain.

So allons-y, my friend, to the land of the free,
Where a man named Trump reigns supreme, for better or for worse, you see,
And though his story is far from done, and his future yet to be told,
His impact on the world, like a stone in a pond, will forever unfold.

Write another one without such cheery prospects for his future and legacy.

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.