This is just funny.
With a little help from some friends, I'd like to provide this tribute to those poor boaters on Lake Travis - you all know the tune:
The legend began as an afternoon plan
to burn fuel like a fool on Lake Travis.
Each boater was sure he was safe and secure
with no masks and no floats, or no compass.
Packed with coolers of Buds, or some other cheap suds,
they sought ways their Dear Leader to flatter.
Yet each call for distress was ignored like the rest,
as they say, "Doesn't Every Boat Matter'?
They represented pride in the far right wing side,
Spouting fears that are entirely baseless.
And what it is too, they were like bones to be chewed in the friendly fire wake of other racists.
They might have split up and they might have capsized,
They may have broke deep and took water,
But all that remains is the very good brain
Of the orange guy groping his daughter.
Does anyone know where the love of Trump goes
when your friends’ waves sink your boat in an instance?
The experts they say they’d have stayed nice and safe
If they’d bothered to just social distance.