The legend lives on in hearts of QAnon
Of the big water that they call Lake Travis
The lake, so they say, became choppy that day
MAGA boaters would learn just what sad is.
Loaded with booze, they all went for a cruise
With trump-pence flags a-flying together
They had style and panache 'til their decks were awash
In spite of it being nice weather.

To dumb luck redounds that none of them drowned
'Though to some it appeared they were trying.
Not a single buffoon was with life vest festooned,
Not a one was with mask rules complying.
But everyone there had their cap plus a spare
In the bright red that MAGA supported.
They patrolled the lake marking those in their wake
As as someone who should be deported.

On that ill-fated day Stars 'n Stripes were displayed
But our flag wasn't always respected.
It mostly was there as ill-fitting beachwear
On bodies indulged or neglected.
It was sewn into shorts and bikinis of sorts
That barely contained all the jiggling.
But their cups filled with pride couldn't turn back the tide,
As they sank all that watched them were giggling.

No storm or freak gale had caused them to fail
The damage was all self-inflicted.
But Antifa was named, then Obama was blamed
For the sinkings they should have predicted.
So stifle your laughs at their maritime gaffes,
Let's pretend that we're all quite befuddled
Why people all say we'll remember the day
When the QAnon Navy was scuttled.