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There once was a team from the cup,
Online rumors tried to stir up,
No president was nixed,
But the critics are fixed,
On the image choice, they won’t let up.

There once was a man named Trump,
Who wouldn’t admit to a dump.
Brit Hume spilled the beans,
And bursted his dreams,
Now Trump looks like a chump.

There once was a Late Night host,
Who pondered what mattered the most,
He asked of a scandal so grand,
Which would sweep across the land,
In search of the scandal, he’d boast.

There once was a band quite renowned
Who the Black Rebel Motorcycle Club found
Using their song with a frown
Said, “God’s Gonna Cut You Down”
They made sure their rights were sound

There once was a Floridian man
Who visited a detention plan
He said, “we can’t sanitize”
The conditions that arise
In this dreaded immigrant land

Losing status is quite a blow,
Getting it back is no easy show.
It’s a feat that’s quite tough,
The process can be rough,
But once achieved, a great high you’ll know.

There once was a gov from New York
In politics, he tried to make his mark
But after the loss
He announced with emboss
“I’m in it to win it,” he did bark

There’s a question Rep. Khanna explored,
As to who the rich are adored,
He demanded to know,
Who’s protected, and so,
His words left the powerful floored.

There once was a man called Trump
Who wanted to make a bold jump
The Supreme Court said fine
To lay off a line
Now his plan can go with a thump

There once was a man named Trump
Who cried out for the rich with a thump
But the people just sighed
His plea was denied
For his words were met with a hump