There once was a girl named Jenna,
Whose camp was flooded, oh what a dilemma,
She had many connections,
To those fond recollections,
Of summers now gone, in her head they still linger.
These budding designers are keen
To explore the style politics scene
They study with care
What we all choose to wear
In fashion, they aim to convene
There once was a group feeling blue,
When they heard news that wasn’t true,
Bondi had claimed,
But the files remained,
And Trump fans were left feeling askew.
There once was a President named Trump,
Who signed a decree with a thump,
For disasters severe,
To bring relief near,
As families and search teams did jump.
There’s a plan to cut Medicaid, it’s true,
Impacting folks, quite a few,
They’re trying to downplay,
But the impact will stay,
On millions, it’s something to rue.
There once was a man named Enten
Who said, “That’s exactly where we are,”
With a grin from near to afar
He spoke quite clear and quite true
His words were taken as cue
There once was a lawyer quite keen,
Who asked the American scene,
“Who will you believe,
In this tale we weave,
Of the stateless woman unseen?”
There once was a flood in the making,
Forecasters were not mistaken,
Down the river it sped,
Dangerous ahead,
In Texas Hill Country, hearts were aching.
A president made a bold claim,
Asked “somebody” to check, what a game!
People came in a rush,
To debunk his bold blush,
In the end, his credibility took the blame.
There once was a man who’d chit-chat,
He explained why he calls her that,
In a limerick form,
He revealed a sweet norm,
For her, he wore a friendly hat.