There once was a man from Israel
Who told Trump, with a tone rather swell,
That Palestinians could flee
To other lands, if they see
No future in their own land’s compel.
There once was a lawyer named Bondi
Whose promises caused quite a frenzy
Backtrack on Epstein
The right felt chagrin
Attorney General’s actions were bendy
There once was a man quite distressed,
On July Fourth, he could not rest.
The treasury head
Felt shame and dread,
For his country, he truly expressed.
There once was a president named Dave
Whose country he wanted to save
The name didn’t ring true
So he said with a boo
“I’m changing it, no longer shall it behave”
There once was a reporter named Brown
In Kerr County, where she was renowned
She found it hard to comprehend
The devastation she’d lend
In a limerick, her story is found
In Texas, the flooding was dire,
Crews searched with urgency in the mire.
Risk of life-threatening flood,
As they searched through the mud,
Missing souls, their fate to inquire.
There once was a news anchor named Stephania,
Who delivered bad news in a day,
“Not what we want to hear right now,”
She said with a furrowed brow,
Her job was tough in every way.
There once was a man named Trump
Who spent all his time on the stump
He golfed on Sunday
And disputed away
While key agencies’ budgets he’d dump
In a shooting, one officer was hurt,
In the line of duty, blood and dirt,
Though wounded, he stood tall,
For justice, he’d give his all,
A hero to whom we all avert.
There once was a man named Justin Mohn,
Who shot his dear father at dawn,
With a pistol that’s new,
And then he did skew,
With a knife and a machete anon.