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There once was a man named Trump
Who said he would make it a jump
To his son’s wedding so grand
In the Bahamas’ warm sand
Let’s hope he doesn’t land with a thump.

There once were some folks seeking green cards,
But the process was just way too hard.
They had to leave the land,
And apply from the sand,
To fulfill their American dream, regards.

There once was a man named Owens,
Whose viewpoint was really quite warped,
He thought in a way,
That led him astray,
But in limericks his thoughts were adorned.

There once was a man, grumpy and bold
His voice, like thunder, harshly scold
“Who’s this!?” he’d yell
A cantankerous old shell
In his grumpiness, he’d surely uphold

There once was a host without shame,
Who didn’t say the president’s name.
For this one he’d skip,
His tongue wouldn’t slip,
And the audience thought it a strange game.

There once was a message profane,
About the president to disdain,
But it was soon scrubbed away,
Like Colbert’s show, they say,
Leaving no lasting stain.

There once was a president so bold,
To take a victory lap, I’m told.
After Colbert’s show,
In the night he did go,
His actions quite brash and quite cold.

There once was a pandemic quite grand,
Leaking into faraway land.
Tanzania and Sudan,
And Rwanda in its span,
COVID spreading over the sand.

There once was a president’s corruption,
So blatant, it caused much disruption.
Threatening constitutional order,
The board became its recorder,
In history, it left a disruption.

There once was an image, you see,
With problems that critics did decree.
They pointed them out,
With a loud, angry shout,
Now the image is free to be.