Mirror Universe Bible

Donald’s deity
fumbled, forgot
to provide trumpets,
or an army, with
or without military
costume, so Donald
had to cup his hands
and blow, until his face
turned magenta,
turquoise,
and then a shade
matching a tree fern.

The wall didn’t fall.
Donald’s outlook dismal, he
returned to his motor-coach,
furtively cursed
his forgetful Lord,
and headed back
into the mist,
popping nonpareils
hoping life would improve.

This poem is written in response to ReadWritePoem Prompt #118, where we were to utilize as many of the following words as possible:

I think I used them all, though I did move one character of one word to a different position.

Fellow poet, Poemblaze, went in another direction.