So Trump's legal team is trying to make the argument that the trial CANNOT move quickly because doing so might require lawyers to work over the holidays. They even (and this is not a joke) called prosecutor Jack Smith "the Grinch" for doing so.
Which inspired me:
You're a mean one, Mr. Smith
You really are a fop!
You keep on asking questions and you don't know when to stop
Mr Smith!
You're a like a determined English bulldog with a . . .
Bone he won't drop!
You're a rotter, Mr. Smith
Your questions sure are vile!
You have the mercy and forgiveness of an angry crocodile
Mr. Smith!
Why, if I had to choose between you and the angry crocodile, I'd choose the . . .
Angry crocodile!
You nauseate me, Mr. Smith
Making deals with a great big snitch!
You're a lawyer but you don't know when to listen to the rich
Mr. Smith!
When I think about our chances with you in court, the three words that come to mind are:
sink, sank, sunk!
You're a monster, Mr. Smith
Your heart's an empty hole!
Your brain is full of legalese, you have lawsuits in your soul
Mr. Smith!
Your notebook is the most appalling pile of legal facts imaginable, all organized into . .
folders and docs!