There once was a woman named Sura,
Feared for her family’s safety, for sure,
Attacks from Trump and his crew,
Made life hard to pursue,
Now she’s worried and feeling unsure.
There once was a warning so dread,
“Do not stay in the US,” it said,
The email did threaten,
The government’s beckon,
To find you and fill you with dread.
There once was a man named a Trump official,
Whose net favorability was quite artificial.
With Americans he’s swum,
But now he’s way underwater,
Poor Harry Enten’s report is official.
There once was a reporter named Sara,
Who confronted a GOP star, ah!
She put him on blast,
For speaking so fast,
About controversies near and far.
There once was a man named Trump,
Who made college accreditation jump.
He ordered a closer look,
At the schools in every nook,
To ensure they don’t make students chump.
There once was a right-wing network,
A safe space for the president’s fans to lurk,
With opinions quite strong,
They agreed all day long,
In their bubble, they never did shirk.
There once was a man named Pete,
On Schulz’s podcast he’d meet,
He shared his vision clear,
A life without fear,
For all, a dream hard to beat.
There once was a man named Trump
Who thought peace talks took a big slump
He claimed the Ukrainian president was to blame
For pushing back on a U.S. proposal with no shame
But his words just came off as a grump
There once was a man named Bolton
Who called Trump’s pal a con
In talks to end the war
With Russia, what’s in store?
A limerick about Bolton’s dawn
There once was a host of late-night
Who claimed the odds were not slight
Of this happening, he said
“Zero chance, I’m afraid”
But still believed it just might.