There once was a man disappointed
In the presidential election, he pointed
He told investigators so
But the truth they did know
His guilt will not be disjointed.
There once was a man named Tom Frieden,
Who spoke out against a new heath care meanin’.
He said to ignore
The advice from this bore,
A group he deemed unscientific and not needin’.
There once were advisers, they say,
Picked by RFK Jr., led astray.
Their decision caused
Infants to be paused,
With liver diseases that stay.
There once was a spokesperson from the FBI
Who denied a report, calling it hogwash, oh my
He said it was untrue
And the media blew
But the truth would soon come to light, by and by.
The Justice Department’s bold chase,
For unsealing Epstein’s case,
Three documents they seek,
To uncover the bleak,
Of justice they’ll leave not a trace.
There once were some folks from Camp Mystic,
Whose request for help was quite realistic.
With floods that killed scores,
They needed resources,
To aid those in need was the gist.
There once was an architect so grand,
Whose creations spanned across the land,
From Bilbao to Berlin,
His buildings did win,
Praise for their beauty so grand.
There once was a president with a bruise
His hand looked quite swollen, no excuse
The bandage was there
But still, it’s not fair
To have such a hand in the news
A chat with the first son was grim,
“That was the only thing that stuck with him,”
Stuart Knechtle shared,
Of the boy who despaired,
In a limerick that’s rather grim.
There once was a man quite contrary
Who claimed the Somalians were scary
He said they took cash
Made Minnesota crash
But his words were just loud and quite airy