WASHINGTON — President Trump abruptly blew up a scheduled meeting with Democratic congressional leaders on Wednesday, lashing out at Speaker Nancy Pelosi for accusing him of a cover-up and declaring that he could not work with them until they stopped investigating him.
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Twas in a peaceful valley, where the legislators played;
green and fruitful lobbyists in soothing breezes swayed.
Above this lovely valley towered one enormous cone
that rumbled in the nighttime and where nothing much was grown.
Mount Trump the natives called it, and they thought it wouldn't blow.
For many years it huffed and puffed to produce a hot air flow.
But never had it sent out flames or belched a sulfur cloud;
it kept itself wrapped up in a bombastic sullen shroud.
Those unwary inhabitants were blinded by the thought
that their volcano never could do anything too hot.
And so they frolicked in its shade, and quibbled once a while;
sitting on their keysters with a lawmaker's broad smile.
But one sad day the murmur of the mountain changed its tune;
it rumbled and rocks tumbled to begin the valley's ruin.
Vast geysers of hot rhetoric were vomited out fast,
burning all the people in the valley as it passed.
The Democrats, especially, were taken by surprise;
having ventured far too close, they turned into french fries.
Republicans were better off, since they were far away
(they seemed to think Mount Trump could not be trusted any day.)
And now that quiet valley, that had once been mild and green,
is nothing but a boneyard and a carbonized latrine.
Beware, then; I beseech you -- when a blowhard starts to spout,
don't be optimistic but immediately get out!
