M is for the many he has hurt.

P is for the presidency, blemished.

E is for the epithets he’ll blurt.

A is for his acolytes, those cowards.

C is for the cooch he likes to grab.

H is for the heavy heap of healing

we’ll all need when we peel off the scab.

Put them all together they spell “high crimes,”

reasons why the senate must impeach.

It’s a tragic ending for a man who was unbending,

trying to achieve what’s out of reach.