&#8216;Twas weeks before Christmas, and all through the nation,People were feeling a certain frustration;The plea deals were signed, the sentencing begun,But Mueller, alas, was STILL not quite done.The Dems had high hopes; the House was won!They envisioned impeachment, a prez undone.But the dominoes fall so slowly, it seems:Thirty-three others caught &#8212; not the man of their dreams.Meanwhile, Grinch Trump lobs bombs with his tweets;&#8220;Horseface,&#8221; he types, and claims many false feats.He trashes democracy, truth &#8212; newspeople, too,And feeds us all lies, a big pile of doo.He&#8217;s Christian, he says, but won&#8217;t say the Creed,At 41&#8217;s funeral; the words he won&#8217;t heed.But let&#8217;s not forget, five advisers did fall,So maybe the big man is next, after all?Is that too much to ask from ex-G-man Mueller?That his probe grow better and not &#8212; we fear &#8212; duller?More rapid than gunfire his proof will appear,And he&#8217;ll shout out snitch names for us all to hear!&#8220;Now Stone! Now Cohen! Manafort, Gates, Flynn!I&#8217;ve got all I need to tie Trump to Putin!&#8221;Then the tops of the White House and Kremlin, too,Will each cry &#8220;wah, wah&#8221; and &#8220;boo hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo.&#8221;What a treat that would be to end 2018,The likeness of which it&#8217;s been years since we&#8217;ve seen;Not since Dick Nixon, the last of this kind,To run the country like such a horse&#8217;s behind.Mr. Trump ignores science and spurns climate change,Yet embraces dictators &#8212; he&#8217;s really quite strange.Immigrants bad! he tells an immigrant nation,Then takes off on another golfing vacation.But not before crying &#8220;America first!&#8221;To rile up supporters in a way that&#8217;s the worst.Get angry, get ugly, get mean and low down,It&#8217;s &#8220;us&#8221; against &#8220;them&#8221; he swears &#8212; what a clown.His eyes, how they shift; his lips, how they purse,His presence in Washington, oh what a curse!He wasn&#8217;t so bad on the television screen,Or as a rich playboy wanting just to be seen.But as president? Oy, it&#8217;s a terrible thing,To have him as our leader &#8212; the embarrassing sting!Women he uses, men he abuses,No one is safe from his blundering bruises.He&#8217;s comedy abroad and tragedy at home,And that hair of his, always in need of a comb.I laughed when I saw him, &#8216;til the joke was on me,And then thought &#8220;perhaps, this country I&#8217;ll flee,&#8221;Or &#8220;maybe he&#8217;ll become presidential just yet&#8221;;Haha! That was then, when Trump I didn&#8217;t quite get.But now I know better; he&#8217;s taught us through Twitter;And my feelings toward him? Well, quite bigly bitter.The U.S. will survive him, that much is true,But the scars will be deep &#8212; and morale black and blue.So we look to Sir Mueller, or the next election;One of them &#8212; surely? &#8212; must make the correction.Tricia Bishop is The Sun's deputy editorial page editor. Her column runs every other Friday. Her email is firstname.lastname@example.org; Twitter: @triciabishop.