Allan, I was channeling Marvin Gaye’s “Whats Going On”, but Nat King Cole wanted another shot and pulled “rank”:

Smell though the stench is stifling
Smell with your nostrils rifling
Kellyanne’s feet surely stink
Try to think

You must smell
Though your eyes are tearing
You notice Don Jr. sneering
Scott Pruitt claims it’s not the soil, Big Oil

I know this seems like madness
And now you can sense the badness
The source now known, junior’s fart was a shart

It’s the time
To run from the issue
Hold breath, close your nose, a tissue
You can escape this White House hell

If you just smell

Posted with permission from the future TrumPooning Tunes archives (and Joey approved).