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There once was a man named Coristine,
Who left his job feeling serene,
He followed the richest,
Without feeling the slightest,
Now he’s off on a journey unseen.

There once was a president’s post
In a time of ceasefire almost
Between Israel and Iran
It was tenuous, a thin plan
But peace was what mattered the most

There once was a joke that was lame,
Mocked as peak try-hard in the game.
It was awkward and forced,
Hilarious? Not endorsed,
Just a pitiful attempt at fame.

There once was a man named Will Cain,
Who suggested a grandiose campaign,
To immortalize the president,
In a way quite resplendent,
With a monument built to remain.

There once was a man named Mark Rutte,
Whose line caused a bit of a hoot,
It seemed to imply,
Trump’s F-bomb in the sky,
A limerick just for the loot.

There once was a host, “Late Night”,
Who exposed a conservative’s plight.
He found a new use,
For the president’s abuse,
With humor and profanity, he’d ignite.

There once was a man named Weiner,
Who texted a girl much meaner,
Now out of the race,
In fourth, what a disgrace,
His political career couldn’t be leaner.

There once was a plug missing bolts,
Among failures, the worst of results,
It caused quite a mess,
No sign of distress,
As chaos ensued, all the adults revolted.

There once were three men named Trump, Rubio, and Pete
Who defended an airstrike, so neat
But the report they dismissed
Undermined the whole twist
Now they’re facing some heat on the street

There once was a man named Park,
Who fled to Poland in the dark.
But extradited he was,
For a crime that did cause a buzz,
Now behind bars he’ll embark.