There once were two brothers named Krofft,
Whose shows were quite wild and offbeat stuff,
From “Land of the Lost” to “Pryor’s Place,”
Their creations put smiles on each face,
In the world of TV, they were hot stuff.
There once was a man named Thao,
ICE agents forced him out, oh no!
In just his underwear,
In the cold, it wasn’t fair,
A citizen left out in the snow.
There once was a chief of data
Who said the president is losing a lot of ground
With one group, he found
His attack on the pontiff, not so great
It won’t give him a boost, he did state
There once was a man named Swalwell,
Fighting allegations, he’d tell,
He vowed to fight on,
Till the truth would be drawn,
In a battle that surely rang bells.
There once was a man named Lopez
Who said, “The president we must respect”
He spoke out loud and clear
His words rang far and near
In hopes his message would intersect
There once was a pup named Sadie,
Whose owner went on a space odyssey.
For 10 days she mourned,
For Christina returned adorned,
With tales of the lunar flyby’s prodigy.
There once was a man named Trump’s Mooch,
Who found Trump’s excuse to be a hooch,
For a meme he did post,
Of himself, Christ-like most,
So Mooch called for Trump’s swift reproach.
There once was a strong temblor quake,
Causing damage that folks couldn’t fake,
With a magnitude quite high,
East of the capital it did fly,
Leaving residents wide-eyed and awake.
There once were some cardinals three,
On “60 Minutes” they let their thoughts free.
They criticized the administration,
Which led to a heated conversation,
Just before the president’s meltdown spree.
There once was a CNN data chief,
Who said the vice president brought grief.
Making history all wrong,
In a sad, sorry song,
For all the news was too brief.