T'was the Calm Before the Storm

Telegram: Timmy17SeventySix

T’was a cool night in August, a month that’s traditionally hot;
Not a Patriot was stirring, their stomachs tied in knots!

Every piece of news…we dig, decode, and share;
We are the news now, we handle Truth with care.

We nestle our children all snug in their beds;
Then Digital Soldiers back to work, tearing lies into shreds.

We fight for the children…just want evil to disappear;
Down with corruption! The Great Awakening draws near.

Time passes…energy drops…feeling defeat as doubt sets in;
The People’s General reminds us to Fight Like a Flynn!

The evil is sometimes overwhelming, a real-life nightmare.
Patriots unite, have Savage chats…as Lin Wood says a prayer!

We’re constantly reminded that the Best is Yet to Come;
TRUST17, Trust Yourselves, Trust your friends to lift you up!

Nothing Can Stop What is Coming,
Remind yourself again and again.

For the Storm is Upon us,
Popcorn ready…We WILL win!

We’re told 11.3, the fallout will occur;
So we wait for the announcement, actionable 11.4;

“Now, Podesta! Now, Hillary! Now, Obama And Biden!
Get, Huma! Get Fauci! The Hunters became the Hunted!

A centuries old evil, taken down one by one;
As the dominoes start to fall, we’ll dismantle every one.

BOOMs enroute…Drip, drip, drip…then the flood;
Thank you, Patriots! Thank you, POTUS! Thank the Warriors spilling blood!

It’s always darkest before dawn, but we will soon stand tall;
As darkness turns to light, Where We Go One, We Go All!”

Our future is rewritten! End of Chapter…turn the Page;
Fraud overturns, we win the war, our rightful leader takes the stage.

His eyes…how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry;
His cheeks were like roses! His nose like a cherry!

He was chubby and plump, his right jolly old self,
And I smiled when I saw him, in spite of myself.

He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

Shoulders square, elbows bent, fingers closed, widened stance;
YMCA blaring loud…T’was time for the Trump Dance!

And then, in a moment…the music stopped, the mic turned on;
He says to the crowd, “My Fellow Americans, WE WON!

The crowd roared, “U-S-A” as the whole world cheered!
Some people hugged and some cried…some drew Qs in the air!

He let us know that We the People were free, yet again;
A republic for the people! Liberty rules the land!

He sprang to Air Force One, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, as he flew out of sight,
A Great Awakening To All, And To All A Good-night!