In the World Cup, Iran faced a plight,
Uncertainty lurked, causing fright,
Air strikes from the U.S. and Israel’s might,
Cast a shadow on their chance to fight,
Their participation now in question’s light.
President Trump says the pilots are “fine,”
Confident they’ll get back in line.
But the Boeing 737,
Is causing some stress,
With safety concerns on the decline.
There once was a host, so bold,
Who mocked Trump, or so I’ve been told,
On his show, Daily Show,
For a TV meltdown, oh no,
In a limerick, the story is told.
There once was a late-night host
Who fact-checked the president the most
With data so clear
Highlighting each smear
His truth bombs hit hard, like a boast.
There once were two men named Vance and Rubio,
Who on a new cover did a show,
In Barry Blitt’s art,
They played their part,
A duo that stole the whole glow.
There once was a president’s belief,
Of an arena crowd beyond belief,
But met with much grief,
For the claim was a thief,
Of truth, causing much disbelief.
The DNC shared an image of glee,
Of the president and his ex-friend with glee,
But their friendship soon had to end,
In politics, they couldn’t pretend,
Now they’re opponents, let’s wait and see.
There once was a man named Trump,
Whose presence made New Yorkers jump,
They didn’t appreciate him much,
Their feelings for him were such,
That their dislike was a thumping thump.
There once was a pundit named Cupp,
With a theory that caused quite a stirrup,
About the president’s rage,
At Kristen Welker’s stage,
In debates, he sure liked to disrupt.
There once was a paper called Post,
In New York, they liked to boast,
They got in on the fun,
With headlines that won,
Their limericks were always the most.