There once was an MSNBC host,
Who pointed out incidents he could boast,
This administration’s unique,
In ways that seem sleek,
Differences they can’t help but toast.
There once was a man named Combs
Sat with his head down in somber tombs
The U.S. Attorney began
With a stern and serious plan
As he waited in silence, his mind in gloom
There once was a chief of Vogue fame
37 years she ran the same
With style and with grace
She held the top place
In the fashion world, she earned her acclaim
There once was a woman named Gardner
Whose Iranian spouse caused much murmur
Amid tension and strife
She felt betrayed in her life
Pregnant, her worries did further.
There once was a gov named Cuomo
Accused of things bad as the status quo
For the women, a win
As his reign did thin
Their courage and truth helped him go
There once was a primary race,
In New York, young voters set the pace,
Done with politics as usual,
They made their voices mutual,
Their reactions left a strong trace.
There once was a pol hospitalized
For caution, his office advised
He recovered quite quick
No need for a panic
Just a brief stay, nothing to despise
There once was a man named Trump,
Who lashed out at media chumps,
Questioning how he’s described,
The airstrikes that were implied,
In limericks his antics he dumps.
There once was a warning sign, Harry said,
When a socialist won in New York instead.
The party felt the jolt,
As they grappled with the result,
In the mayoral race, their fears were fed.
There once was a Granny named Pam,
Who thought the riot was just grand,
She said with a grin,
The message from Pence was a win,
For her, it was all part of the plan.