Donald, also known as David,
Stephanie, known as Stormy, dated.
Trump's lawyer thought so to disguise
His boss's name from prying eyes.
"David Dennison" is he;
"Peggy Peterson" she would be.
Thereby with her he makes a deal
That she no secrets would reveal.
A hundred and thirty thou she gets
To keep mum on their tête-à-têtes.
Stephanie this sum collects
And so America elects
A candidate for President
Historically incompetent,
Who with oligarchs conspires
And whimsically hires and fires,
Leaving chaos in his wake
And heads of cabinets on the take.
To save our sinking ship of state
From a dire and dreadful fate
Many would wish to jettison
The pseudonymous Dennison;
That is, the David known as Don
Who with Stormy got it on,
Yet firmly until now denied
He'd been unfaithful to his bride
With the noted star of porn
While his son was being born.
His lawyer claimed Trump did not know
That he paid her all that dough,
Said he did it on his own,
Even taking out a loan.
But this legal mastermind
Left a certain name unsigned:
"Dennison," Trump's nom de guerre,
Is typed but not signed anywhere.
The contract's void, says she, and sues
So she can expound her views
On the lovely time she spent
With the future President.
A counter-suit is their reply;
They claim that she can say good-bye
To the millions she'll be billed
Because of all the beans she spilled.
Trump's lawyer, though a legal giant,
With this move unmasked his client.
Despite this fixer's vaunted skill,
That was quite a bean to spill.
The whole point of a pseudonym
Is Trump can say it isn't him.
No longer can he claim that he
Was not in bed with P. P.