There once was a host on late night,
Explaining the president’s strange flight,
From the G7 summit he fled,
Leaving many scratching their head,
The reasons still not clear in sight.
There once was a man named Trump Jr.,
Who knew a post was quite absurd,
He called it out as fake news,
With confidence he’d never lose,
For truth he always preferred.
There once was a host who would boast,
That it’s a surefire way to tell most,
He’d joke late at night,
With humor so bright,
He entertained guests like a ghost.
There once was a pattern so clear,
In Hollywood, fans shed a tear.
Changes erased what was known,
Leaving many fans to groan,
Hollywood’s history now nears.
A former chair named Steele
Lashed out at a duo with zeal
Their insensitivity
After shootings, said he
Was astounding, that much was real.
Tyler Perry said with aplomb
Claims of a scam he did bomb
“The Oval” actor’s lawsuit
He did quickly refute
Denying the allegations from the mom
There once was a golden retriever,
Whose job as a service dog was severed.
Gilbert was too full of glee,
For a job he just couldn’t see,
Melissa and Mark, he endeared forever.
A star named Alan Ritchson, you see,
Met a fan unexpectedly
He chronicled the meet
On Instagram, so sweet
Reacher’s actor, friendly as can be
There once was a man named John Spitzberg,
Whose arrest made the protesters all murmur,
Off his walker he was taken,
Handcuffed, he was shaken,
As the crowd shouted, “Shame!” in a stir.
Anne’s culinary skills were top-notch
Her talent was truly a catch
A remarkable person,
Her fame did worsen,
Now forever gone in a flash.