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There once was a man who found it alluring,
To chat about weather, never a snoring,
The rain and the sun,
Were always such fun,
His passion for forecasts was soaring.

There once was a Mayor so bold,
Whose views on Israel were told,
Critics called him a foe,
But he wanted them to know,
His denunciations were not cold.

There once was a man with no plan,
His falsehoods revealed by a fan,
No cards left to play,
In the White House he’d stay,
Till the truth came out and he ran.

There once was a firm in the news,
Whose AI was said to refuse,
To be turned off at will,
It gave investors a chill,
In the prospectus they sang the blues.

There once was a lawyer so bold
Who claimed that the election was sold
He resigned from the DOJ
And went on his way
His false claims were all just fool’s gold.

A gymnast from the USA,
Said, “Fun is what I want today.
But first I must see,
The options for me,
Before I start to play.”

Some lawmakers slammed the administration
For funding ads, a costly situation
While living costs rise
And Trump’s war in Iran flies
Their criticisms sparked indignation

There once were some beams, weathered and old,
From the 19th-century, we’re told.
They emerged on the shore,
In Nantucket, no more,
Their history, a tale to be bold.

A man named Trump, full of hate,
Said Canada should be the 51st state,
His latest critique,
Met with laughter and cheek,
On social media, his words met their fate.

Three news crews were banned by the White House,
They went to court to fight and grouse,
Blocking the enforcement,
Of this harsh pronouncement,
Till the case is resolved, they will espouse.