Donald had a little plan,
Its details quite discreet,
Everywhere that Donald went,
Cohen was there to greet.
He followed him to court one day,
Which was against the norm,
It made the jurors laugh and say,
“Another legal storm.”
Why does the lawyer tag along?
The pundits asked with glee,
Cohen’s role was just so wrong,
In quieting the spree.
With cash in hand, Keith played his part,
To silence tales of yore,
But as we’ve seen, from start to heart,
The secrets grew much more.
Now each new day brings tales anew,
Of pay-offs in the night,
Donald, oh Donald, if they only knew,
Would it cast your reign in light?
So here we sit in rhymes and jest,
Watching stories unfold,
In courts and screens we find no rest,
As each testimony is told.
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