Sally Rogers and Charlie King were singing their own version of this song, to the tune of "Sixteen Tons. I'm asked them for their verses.

This is as far as I got last weekend:

By Charlie Ipcar, 5/1/2024
Tune: “sixteen Tons”

Thirty-Four Felonies

Thirty-four felonies and what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt;
St. Peter, don’t you call me ‘cos’ I can’t wait,
I’ve sold my soul to be Chief of State!

It was early one morning, cloudy and cool,
Trump pulled up to the court house, addressed the press pool;
“I’m an innocent man and this trial is a joke,
And you’ll soon see who’s been blowing thick smoke.”

The jury filed in, their verdict in hand,
Trump rose up and straight did stand;
“Thirty four felonies,” the court clerk tolled,”
The judge scratched his head said, “Well, bless my soul!”

Notes:

For years tRump supporters have rejected the charge that "he had no convictions." Since last Thursday afternoon, around 4:30pm, they must feel vindicated as he racked up 34 convictions, all of them felonies.

Next stop will be sentencing, July 11th.