A U.S. judge with great clarity,
Said the officer’s act was a rarity,
To cancel this visa,
Of Petrova, you need a,
Proper authority, that’s the disparity.
There once was a host named Abby,
Who asked a question so savvy,
About the halted war,
Her panelists did snore,
As the news night went on so drabby.
There once was a person so unsure,
Should they go or just stay secure?
They pondered and pondered,
Till their mind was absconded,
In the end, they just couldn’t endure.
There once was a president Trump,
Who threatened Iran with a thump,
“If you don’t open the Strait,
A whole civilization’s fate,
Will be sealed in the darkness and slump.”
There once was an architect from the Isle
Suspected of crimes quite vile
In Long Island town
The bodies were found
A killer whose actions defile
There once was a late night host
Who reminded the president with a boast
About war crimes he defined
The message was unkind
But the truth needed to be engrossed
There once was a SEAL named O’Neill,
Who went to Truth Social with zeal,
To see if posts were real,
He sought the whole spiel,
But found no truth to feel.
There once was a rule about chargers,
To prevent plane fires, no dangers.
No lithium allowed,
On flights, it’s disallowed,
To keep skies safe, no more angers.
There once was a man named Kirk Moore
Shot in the leg, but not out the door
In Pauls Valley, so they say
High school principal, on that day
Stable condition, not needing much more
There once was a worker named Blanche
She loved her boss with every chance
“I love you, sir,” she said
Some thought her brain was dead
But for her, it was just a romance