(You can almost imagine Jethro D. Vance swimmin’ in the cement pond)
Illustration by ChatGPT-5
With apologies to Flatt and Scruggs I present:
“The Ballad of Jed’s Cousin Don”
Come and listen to my story ’bout a man named Trump,
Said the pool by his house looked like a D.C. dump.
Then one day he decided to paint it blue,
And suddenly he’d turned our water into goo.
(Algae, that is. Pond scum. Green slime).
Well, the billionaires arrived to see what they could do.
One suggested silver flakes, one suggested glue.
RFK Jr.: “Ivermectin oughtta do the trick,”
But the algae just got thicker and the smell got mighty sick.
(Algae, that is. Pond scum. Green slime).
Trump blamed the mess on Democratic vandals,
But after Epstein, he needed no more scandals.
There were more arrests and arguments of state,
But before too long the papers were callin’ it …
Water Gate.
(Cover-ups, that is. Dirty tricks. Pond politics)
Y’all come back now, ya hear?
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