A star from “Little House” did confide,
She did research before she was the bride,
Investigating claims,
Of Busfield’s past flames,
To ensure no secrets did hide.
There once was a president so bold
Who at Easter Egg Rolls was quite droll
He’d pull rabbits out fast
From his hat that would last
At the White House, stories were told.
There once was a man named Trump,
Whose enemies found a bump,
His stance energized,
Their defenses revised,
But he continued to thump.
There once was a boy of eighteen months,
Whose hand met a wolf in a dance.
The injuries were light,
No need for a fright,
Just a scary but fortunate chance.
There once was a state with bees galore,
Experts feared their aggression and more.
Their attack wasn’t a fluke,
In character, they’d rebuke.
Beware the bees’ fierce, stinging score.
There once was a president who’d snap,
When asked if his threats were just a trap,
To bomb Iran’s terrain,
He claimed no war crime stain,
In limericks, his answers did flap.
There once was a man named Bannon,
Who won in a suit that was gammon.
His criminal conviction,
Now faces extinction,
Thanks to a Supreme Court cannon.
There once was a pundit so bold,
Who criticized the conflict untold,
On social media he’d post,
Of the president he’d roast,
In the Middle East, a story unfolds.
There once was a doc named Vin Gupta
Who found Trump’s behavior abrupt-a
He shared his concern
Of threats to Iran
On social media, causing a ruckus
There once was a plan to avoid
Escalation in war to avoid
It’s a last-ditch attempt, they resort
To prevent the war’s deadly sport
Axios reports the efforts employed.