There once was a man named Jenkins,
Whose acronym was quite the stinker,
Defending Trump was his game,
His cheesy acronym a shame,
Poor Griff’s credibility quite the blinker.
There once was a host of Late Show,
Said goodbye to CBS, you know,
Moving on to new role,
With heart and with soul,
Farewell to the old, let’s go!
The new version doesn’t make the old one bad,
Former first lady’s words, they’re not a fad,
Respect for the past, she strongly pleads,
Both versions have their own good deeds,
Her wisdom on change should be had.
In ’63, Whittaker would seek
To climb Everest’s summit peak
Ten years past the date
Norgay and Hillary’s fate
The challenge he dared to meet
There once was a state called Florida
That wanted prescriptions, and more-a
The times they were filled
The pills that were billed
And the dosages they were sent for.
A man named Cody Roberts, so mean,
Hit a wolf with his snowmobile machine.
He brought it to a bar,
Then killed it, by far,
Now his sentence is 18 months of probation, keen.
There once was a girl named Karli,
Whose stepfather’s story was gnarly.
Her mother could swim,
With strength to win,
So the tale was questionable, hardly.
There once was a star from the 70s,
Who stole bases with such great ease,
In the ’80s he shined,
And left pitchers behind,
A legend in baseball was he.
There once was a sheriff named Chad,
Who seized ballots that made people mad,
He claimed to investigate,
Counting errors, he’d set them straight,
But some cried foul play, feeling sad.
There once was a man in Abaco,
Whose identity they did not know.
He was arrested, it’s said,
And now he’s being led
For questioning, a mystery to solve.