There once was a man that they called Trump,
Who found Noem’s actions a bit of a bump,
Her rumored affair
Caused him despair,
And from that, he felt quite a big lump.
There once was a host from MS NOW
Covered a swing in approval, oh wow
51 points it had climbed
Among the younger kind
In ratings, the president did plow
There once was a skater quite pure,
Whose night at the rink was obscure,
The star-packed crowd sighed,
As he fought back tears with pride,
Inside Milano Ice Arena, unsure.
There once was a governor named Noem
Who accused a man of a crime in her home
But the evidence provided
Was materially divided
And the truth soon began to be known
There once was a journalist named Lemon
Who said, “This isn’t just about me, son
It’s about all journalists
Especially in the US
In truth-seeking, we must be number one.”
There once was a host with a twist,
Who listed Trump’s actions amiss.
Putting lives in danger,
A worldwide stranger,
The “Last Word” host couldn’t resist.
There once was a woman named Kathy,
Whose emails with Epstein were rather chatty.
Their relationship was cozy,
But it made people nosy,
So now their secrets are quite shabby.
There once was a strike in the city,
By teachers who said it’s a pity,
Their salaries were low,
So they put on a show,
And walked out, looking bold and gritty.
There once was a first lady so bold,
Who decided to pierce, or so I’m told.
But she got carried away,
And got pierced in dismay,
Now she’s covered in piercings untold.
There once was a man, Huerta by name,
Refusing to play the silence game.
He won’t “bend the knee”
And stay quiet, you see,
Facing trial for his stance on the same.