There’s a blight, in a haze, with a dead show;
He can’t fight much these days. . .his henchmen blow.
A sore is this guy in the elephants’ eye,
And it looks like he’s cooked as an overdone fry.

Oh how that Newt-Is-Full’s mourning,
Oh, how that Newt’s gone astray.
You’ve got Newt lieutenants peeling
From the campaign far away.

Campaign’s rattled—Newt ambled. . .went Attic—
To Greece traveled, rattled by the static
That arose when he went to Tiffany and spent
Half a mill, and then said that he’s a frugal gent.

Oh how that Newt-Is-Full’s mourning,
Oh, how that Newt’s gone astray.
You’ve got Newt lieutenants feeling
That they’d best get far away.

As if down in the dirt, Newt is hurtin’;
His renown and repute: skewed for certain.
This dude is so dizzy—what a gaffing spree!
With each word he’s diggin’ a hole. . .laughing are we.

Oh how that Newt-Is-Full’s boring,
Oh, when will Newt go away?
We see a Newt, full-voice squealing
In a “Deliverance” way.