From the Orient did the threat rise,
With tariffs the new dragon's guise.
A wine too sour to savor,
Boomerangs the fraught flavor.
Upon the swine, the butcher doth feast,
Fraud multiplies like yeast in yeast.
Broken Tooth the scoundrel known,
In the fiendish web he hath sown.
A toast to Charles, once so keen,
In cable's kingdom, a true Dean.
Homeward now his soul must wander,
Yet in our screens, still we ponder.
