There once was a man named Trump,
Whose speech at the UN was a dump.
Photographer Pete Souza did balk,
Calling it lies and grievances, in talk,
Authoritarian ways made him jump.
There once was a president who’d state,
At the United Nations, his fate.
Ruth Ben-Ghiat heard,
And was quite disturbed,
As alarm bells began to dictate.
There once was a man who did see
The danger that lurked, plain to he
He said with a shout
“I don’t want kids to flout
Preventable deaths, let them be free”
There once was a shooter with strife
Who caused chaos and took a life
From a roof he did fire
At an ICE facility dire
Before ending it all in the night
There once was a man named Trump,
Whose speech was quite a thump,
At the UN he did shout,
Making claims all about,
His words were met with a collective slump.
There once was a pundit named Harry,
Said there are “far better” guys to carry,
Than the former VP,
In the party, you see,
Messengers more worthy to tarry.
There once was a man named Joel Rubin,
Who said the president’s address was a sin.
He claimed it was damaging,
To America’s managing,
His words left the country in a spin.
There once was a vote for Adelita,
A win that made Democrats sweeter,
Now with her new sway,
They’ll have their own way,
In the decisions they plan to meter.
There once was a president quite bold,
Who threatened the network he scolded,
For letting the host back,
Legal action on track,
Their relationship now turned cold.
There once was a comic named Klepper
Who joked that the president was a whopper
No problem he said
Spreading health claims, misled
In his first term, a real jaw-dropper