There once was a president who,
Attacked the judge, causing quite a to-do,
In a lawsuit filed by the media so keen,
Critics of his actions were not few,
But he continued on, as if in a dream.
There once was a man named Cheung,
Who was angry, ready to spring,
At Erin’s description,
Of the live White House edition,
For 24/7, it was a bad thing.
There once was a man named Bush,
With a new job, he won’t mush.
He’s back on TV,
With joy and with glee,
Billy Bush, in the limelight, will push.
A leader was criticized for his ramble,
Rough, threatening, and rather quite jumble.
At the United Nations,
The president’s creations,
Were torn apart in a limerick scramble.
There once was a president who, no doubt,
Was taunted right where he would shout,
At the United Nations,
Over sabotage sensations,
His reaction caused quite a big clout.
There once was a man named Seaver
Chosen by a star to deliver
The news of her death
With every last breath
His job was to be the griever
There once was a man named Fred Trump III,
Who said, “I have never forgotten that, you see.”
He was proud of his name,
And his family’s fame,
In the business world, they were truly free.
The chyron perfectly juxtaposed
Two moments from president’s address
In a flash it displayed
A contrast that conveyed
The speech’s impact, no stress
There once was a man named Tuberville
Whose constituents felt a great ill
He said, “People will deal
With the gas price appeal”
In Alabama, the gas bill took a chill.
There once was a storm named Polo,
The National Hurricane Center said whoa!
“Extremely dangerous,” they cried,
As the wind and rain intensified,
Miami braced for the blow.