And now, We say good morrow, Omarosa.
Slander and hypocrisy rank high
Here inside Our lowly, dark abode.
But what a special place hath been reserved
for dear betrayal.
A snare who’d stab a faithful ally’s back
If such a strike advanced her loathsome needs.
Quicker yet to point the dart of blame
For any fault that may have been her own.
A better apprentice an imp could never find.
Our foes bow down before us, she forspoke
Then left our court a foul, deriding croak.
So just as losing hath a name, and it
is Hillary,
So betrayal shall be dubbed: Omarosa.
Exit Omarosa