There once was a man named Robinson,
Who tried to get off scot-free and run,
He filed a motion,
For suit’s dismissal notion,
But the women’s anonymity won.
A senior adviser alleged a “judicial coup”
In renewed broadsides against the courts
Their decisions he’d flout
With a loud, angry shout
But the law, in the end, stills the spouts.
There once was a man named Axelrod
Who saw tariffs as terribly flawed
If a court strikes them down
It could turn things around
For Trump, it’s a blessing from God
There once was a host on TV,
Who spotted a shift that was key,
In strategy by the president,
Late at night he was intent,
To share with his audience, you see.
There once was a Times journalist so keen,
Who predicted the fate of the queen,
For the president’s power,
And the world’s richest tower,
In headlines, his words were foreseen.
There once was a man named the president
Who saw a good opportunity, he was content
A venture for him politically
Revealed by Enten so critically
Harry’s news left many people lament
There once was a scholar so wise,
Who saw trouble in president’s guise,
Targeting Harvard University,
Would cause a big hullabaloo,
Constitutional law was his prize.
There once was a host on MSNBC
Who criticized Trump with glee
He said his plan was illegal
And constitutionally regal
In his eyes, Trump was just not free
A president’s waffle, we’re told,
Missed an ingredient bold,
The syrup was left out,
Which caused quite the pout,
For a breakfast that turned ice cold.
There once was a man named Matt Friend,
To whom the former president did send,
The message with scorn,
“I mean, come on, man,” was sworn,
In a limerick, this tale shall end.