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The Short Tale of Anthony Scaramucci

Scaramucci, barely knew ye,
Though what we saw, more than enough,
Preening peacock, foul-mouthed crowing,
Who on a dung hill strut his stuff.

You annoyed our big tom turkey,
For he must have the finest tail.
An old eagle slew you swiftly.
The flock applauds your epic fail.

Inspired by Allan Ishac.