There once was a Georgia Republican,
Who got testy when called out by Melanie Stansbury,
Ignoring procedure with a huff and a sigh,
In her seat she did frown,
As the rules were laid down.
There once was a man named Park
Deported to Korea, oh what a lark
For a drug conviction so stark
PTSD he claimed, in the dark
Sae Joon’s story left a mark
There once was a rep from FL,
Who claimed that the doctors did dwell,
In a state of confusion,
Due to strict abortion intrusion,
Her fearmongering story didn’t sell.
There once was a veep, so they say
Whose job brought him “excitement” one day
On Jan. 6th it’s told
As the chaos unfold
People noticed the role he did play
There once was a Pope who, in jest,
Subtweeted the President, impressed.
The user exclaimed, quite bold,
“Not the Pope, truth be told!”
Their banter on Twitter addressed.
There once was an activist so bold,
Fighting for rights, truth be told,
For Palestinians he’d strive,
And immigrants unjustly deprived,
His mission, he vowed, would not fold.
There once was a podcast host named Shane,
Who took on comics who caused quite a pain,
“Anti-woke” they were called,
For supporting the president bald,
But Shane’s wit made them look quite mundane.
There once was a judge so fair,
Who ruled with a stern but just air,
Foreign students could roam,
To Harvard, their new home,
Their studies, they need not despair.
There once were some states in a bind,
Issuing heat advisories to find,
The scorching, hazardous heat,
Had folks beat, so they’d retreat,
From the sweltering sun behind.
There once was a late night host
Who made a pitch that did boast
Of the community’s might
In the midst of a fight
Against Trump’s immigration policies so gross