Ms. Stormy Daniels
you’ve raised a tempest –
not quite Shakespearian
but that of a temptress
A swellhead scorned
is a dangerous thing –
but once he’s made POTUS
he’ll act like a king
Rumble thy bellyful!
Spit, fire! Spout, rain!
Much like Shakespeare
he’ll end with exclaims
Poor naked wretches
whereso’er you are
That bide the pelting
of this pitiless storm