There once was a man named Enten
Who claimed the numbers don’t support when
Asked about those who did back
The president in their pack
It’s a mystery, he stated, back then.
There once was a host, Ainsley Earhardt,
Who shared a tale that left folks disheartened,
Of a “tough” coworker, so rude,
Whose behavior was crude,
A story that many regarded as uncharted.
There once was a strategist, quite wise
Who heard of revamping the party’s size
When David Hogg showed the way
He had much to say
And hoped for a Democratic rise.
There once was a man named Ronny Chieng,
Who took the president’s trade war as a sting,
He fought back fiercely,
His words never merely,
A battle of wits that did ring.
There once was a late night host,
Who made a snarky little boast,
Said Trump’s immigration plan,
Might appeal to the first lady, man,
In politics, all is fair, at the most.
A journalist from the Times did remark
On Trump’s feelings about the dark
Case of a man from Maryland
Deported to Salvador’s land
A mistake that caused quite a spark
There once was a reporter named Wiley
Who got a number quite slyly
His colleagues did ask
During the game, no one wore a mask
Now Wiley’s feeling quite spryly
There once was a president quite bold,
Defying the Court, so we’re told.
Abrego Garcia’s fate,
In El Salvador, will wait,
Said a senator, confident and unrolled.
There once was a gal named Jessica,
Who slammed her co-hosts with zest, ya!
Defending Trump’s choice,
To send Garcia’s voice,
To a Salvadoran prison, a vexer.
There once was a congresswoman bold,
Her words about the president, cold.
At a rally in Bakersfield,
With Bernie, she revealed,
Their differences clearly were told.