There once was a pop artist from Canada,
Who spoke out on Musk’s gesture, hooray!
She broke her silence at last,
Her stance on the act was steadfast,
In a limerick, we’ll put this on display.
There once was a pundit so bold,
Accusing a host, or so I’m told,
With a photo that’s sexy,
The caption was vexy,
“This you?” he cleverly strolled.
There once was a young shooter, so bold,
Who tragically ended his own hold,
He killed a girl too,
In the chaos that grew,
At a Nashville school, the story is told.
There once was a senator, so bold
Who claimed the rich had a hold
They controlled what we know
And gave in to Trump’s show
A small number, the senator told
There once was a man, so bold
Who claimed he was innocent, we’re told
“If I was a crack dealer,”
He said with a feeler,
“I might have been pardoned if I was so cold.”
There once was a Maine coon cat named Mittens,
Who flew between New Zealand and Aussielands’ mittens,
Three times in a month,
In the cargo hold, not so blunt,
Poor Mittens, in her cage, just sittens.
There once was a man with a plan
To pardon his followers, a clan
Sicknick’s brother did say
It’s a dark day
As Trump’s power took a strong stand
There once was a host on MSNBC
Who accused a billionaire, you see
Of “not even pretending”
Their feud never-ending
A news story for all to decree
There once was a memo so grand,
Instructing the civil division’s hand,
To identify laws and policies,
That might cause some unease,
For Trump’s immigration plans to expand.
A policy that Harry Enten did scorn,
Simply put, it’s not popular, he warned.
He spoke with great passion,
Against this policy’s fashion,
In the realm of political reform.