There once was a man in the spotlight,
Whose fate with Trump was airtight,
The New York Times journalist knew,
Their destinies forever grew,
Inseparable, like day and night.
There once was a president, a grand sir,
Whose answer was always on-brand, sure.
He spoke with finesse,
Causing quite a press,
His words were like gold, pure and pure.
There once was a president bold,
Who lashed out, or so we are told,
At anchor Jacqui Heinrich,
And Rep. Ro Khanna, his pitch,
Made headlines and stories unfold.
There once were passengers from Dutch ship,
To Nebraska they made a quick trip,
Evacuated with care,
To quarantine they’d soon fare,
At the medical center they’d grip.
There once was a Stripes frontman so bold
Who criticized the president, we’re told
He highlighted with art
The frustrating part
In a condemnation so cold
There once was an actor so bright,
Reflecting on months of great fright,
He aimed to bring to light,
Mental health out of the night,
With courage, he stepped into the light.
There once was a man named Trump
Who shared a clip with a thump
Of a pastor so bold
Saying the pope is wrong, so I’m told
Just after Rubio’s Vatican jump
There once was a man named Chris Wright,
His gas price prediction caused a fright.
Critics haunted his days,
Over Trump’s war-filled craze,
But Chris stood by his foresight so tight.
There once was a Rep. named Massie,
Who mocked his challenger so sassy.
Ed Gallrein’s message was polished,
But Massie’s response just demolished,
Campaign trail drama got quite classy.
There once was a man of great stature
ADL mourns their director, that’s for sure
In a statement they wept
For the leader they kept
With sorrow their hearts they’ll endure