There once was a man named Joe Walsh
Who claimed he wasn’t a conservative wash
He declared with a smirk
“I’m not a conservative jerk”
But still held views that were harsh
There was a woman who did declare
“I would have voted NO if I had known this was in there,”
A provision she did disdain
In the Big Beautiful Bill’s domain
Now her regret she cannot bear
There once was a teen who, oh so fleet,
Made headlines for running elite,
In protests they’d gather,
To support their young strider,
Competing, the 16-year-old beat.
There once was a Granny named Pam,
Who supported the former prez’s plan,
She said with a grin,
“There’s nothing to win,
By passing on his act, I am a big fan.”
There once were two girls, five to nine,
Reported missing, their mother did whine,
Their father’s still gone,
In the state of Washington,
Let’s hope they’re found safe and fine.
There once was a woman named Kate Shaw
Who explained Hawley’s visual aid flaw
She had a good reason
For his political treason
Her words left us all in awe
There once was a man named Kosta
Who told a billionaire to “save a little shame” for himself, not to boast-a
His criticism of the bill
Made him look ill
Now he’s the one in the hot roaster
There once was a host of late night,
Who said the aides had a tough plight,
Presented with a task,
That was an unusual ask,
For the president’s team in their fight.
There once was a host of great press,
Reminded the president, no less,
Of the “problem” with his insults,
In public, like adults,
For civility, he must address.
There once was a host from “Daily Show”
Who mocked the president’s latest blow
A conspiracy theory
Seemed quite dreary
But the jokes made the audience glow