There once was a man named Russel L. Honoré
Who said, “A direct relationship does play
Between the rhetoric so harsh
Of Defense Secretary Pete Hegseth’s harsh
And the safety of American troops each day.”
There could be your neighbor or friend,
In peril, their fate uncertain,
People are betting
On their safe setting,
Rep. Moulton’s words make us apprehend.
There once was a package so grand,
With clips of Trump at command,
Hegseth and Leavitt,
In this package so fit,
A political treasure so grand.
There once was a man named Blanche,
Who wanted to bury the Epstein chance.
He said, “In the past,
Let it not last,
No more should it be given a glance.”
There once was a leader named Trump,
Who wanted to stop racial slump,
He ordered data collection,
In hopes of reflection,
On how colleges decide to jump.
There once was a director of Trump,
Who claimed the White House was chump,
She said the information,
Led to demonization,
Of supporters within the base’s hump.
There once was a kid from LA,
Accused of a crime one day,
He hit his classmate’s head,
Now he’s filled with dread,
In jail he will have to stay.
There once was a team from the Stars
Whose fans’ actions went way too far
With a Nazi salute
It caused quite a dispute
Now the arena is left with some scars
There once was a threat from Tehran,
To throttle the strait now and then.
Energy prices may soar,
If they’re allowed to implore,
A situation we hope won’t extend.
There once was a wildfire so grand,
In Southern Cal it began to expand.
Residents were forced to flee,
As smoke filled the air, you see,
And the college had to close as it planned.