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There once was a man named Steve Kroft,
Who worked at “60 Minutes” full oft,
He said with a sigh,
The president’s wish did comply,
As staff left in a growing flock.

There once was a man Talarico,
Republicans’ bizarre claims did show,
But Utah’s Mike Lee,
Made accusations so free,
In a class of its own, they do glow.

There once was a man named Mullin,
Securing the homeland was his grullin’.
He vowed to crack down
On sanctuary town,
Plans of punishment he was cullin’.

There once was a senator from Texas,
Whose social media post caused a ruckus,
In a cryptic song-like way,
He had his say,
Reminiscent of the president’s chorus.

There once was a woman named Wang
Who remained free on a bond with a clang
She awaited her fate
On that October date
Hoping her freedom would not hang

In the mid-1960s, quite a feat,
Forty-two percent smoked, incomplete.
But as time went by,
Tobacco use did fly,
Now the number’s much lower, so sweet.

There once was a Rep from VA,
Who said, “Meeting survivors, no way!”
He claimed it made no sense,
His logic was quite dense,
Subramanyam had no words to sway.

There once was a reporter named Shriver,
Whose uncle was a president giver,
She celebrated the day,
With a ruling so gay,
A present for her uncle, a liver.

There once was a Trump insider, you see,
Whose attack on the former Pres was a plea.
But the reason it fell,
Was because, oh well,
It rang hollow, as clear as can be.

There once was a White House video,
With a saucer and fence, don’t you know.
It sparked some outrage,
Online in a rage,
About aliens and walls, oh no!