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There once was a man, so Trump boasted,
Scheduled to die, by squad he’s posted,
No streaming or show,
Just a quick final blow,
His fate was firmly encrypted.

There once was a CNN host so bold,
Who uncovered Trump’s lies, we’re told.
He addressed falsehoods quite stunning,
That the President was cunning,
Before the midterms, truth was gold.

There once was a man named Desronvil,
Who thought Clancy was guilty, until
He sided with the wise
Prosecutors’ guise
And claimed she knew her deeds still.

There once was a host named Bret Baier
Who claimed costs were the main player
In the election race
A financial embrace
As voters made their choice and prayer.

There once was a president bold,
In Kalispell, his story he told,
With Republicans he’d stand,
Across the great land,
His campaign was lively and gold.

A Miami jury found, with a flair,
NFL star liable for two counts of battery,
But the claims by Lakeeta Vaccaro,
Were dismissed, leaving her heart in dismay,
Justice blends a complex and tricky layer.

There once was a man who said, “I’m angry.”
His face turned all red and quite tangy.
He stomped and he fumed,
His mood was consumed,
In a temper, he was truly bangry.

There once was a man who would say,
“It might happen, maybe someday.”
With a glint in his eye,
He would ponder and sigh,
For the future, he couldn’t delay.

A man named Carl Higbie, so bold,
Said, “Tax dollars on ads, I’m sold!
Play it at Super Bowl,
I don’t care, on the whole,”
His stance was quite daring, I’m told.

There once was an anchor on MS NOW
Who demanded all Republicans bow
To answer for Trump’s crazy spree
In every race, they must plea
For the words he’s spewing somehow