There once was a girl who would sing
Then she said, “I want to do my own thing”
She went a bit rogue
To tell her story in vogue
And the crowd loved the freedom she’d bring.
There once were workers in Georgia,
Detained by their South Korean employer,
With thirty from Seoul,
In a difficult role,
A situation quite the destroyer.
There once was a man named Trump,
Whose trade wars made markets slump,
With economic anxiety high,
Many wondered how and why,
His policies caused such a big dump.
There once was a secretary bold,
Whose non-answer left the truth untold,
About a deadly strike,
On a boat they did spike,
Online critics were uncontrolled.
There once was a host of late night,
Who gave the president’s son a hard bite.
He tore into the right,
Over the latest plight,
With humor and sarcasm so bright.
There once was an anchor from MSNBC
Who claimed Trump’s choice was quite easy
He gave Kennedy the job
Just to spite and to rob
Of any power or dignity.
There once was a Late Show host, so bold,
Who saw through the outrage, so cold.
He wasn’t buying the fuss,
With a humorous cuss,
His wit and wisdom, so gold.
There once was a fish that got away
It was big and put up a good play
The fisherman did cry
As it swam on by
Leaving him with a story for the next day
Corks are popping with jubilation,
Over rare exemption’s celebration,
On both sides of the sea,
Joyous revelry,
Cheers abound in every nation.
There once was a man named Frum
Who said Congress had become dumb
The president’s theory
Was completely eerie
Now power’s lost, the lawmakers glum