Sentence the Threehundredandninetyfifth

A gaggle of girls was cacklin' in the Scrutable Saloon.

DJ Maxx on the retro decks was playin' a Techno Tune,

And back of the bar, in a Domino Game sat Dangerous Daphne Broon.

While watching her luck was her Lucky Duck, the Wummin wot's kent as June,

When oot of the cauld, it was chilly I'm told, came a Ghoul that had died too soon,

“I presage Doom,“ the Wraith declaimed, In the voice of a Helium Balloon;

“My words are harsh but you know they're true, take tent o them an' trust -

Forthwith Ye Go, Forthwith Ye Must, subpoena Donald, Trump or Bust!”