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There once was a street named Wall
Rallied strongly before, but then took a fall
Hopes for peace with Iran
Turned out to be a plan
Disappointment may reign over all

There once was a teacher named Puff,
Whose appreciation post was not enough.
It crashed just like her car,
At boating school, by far,
A limerick for her, sure is tough!

There once was a host of late night
Who said negotiation’s like love at first sight
For the president, you see
It’s like sex, said he
In politics, they both require might.

There once was a ballroom unpopular,
Where nobody danced, not even a brawler.
The floors were so dusty,
The music was rusty,
No one wanted to be a night crawler.

There once was a trio who’d speak
Each week, their conversations unique
With stories and jokes
And heartfelt evokes
Their friendship grew strong, so to speak

There once was a note, so they say,
Found by Epstein’s cellmate one day.
Unsealed with petition,
From The New York Times’ mission,
Revealing what it had to convey.

There once was a president named Fred
Till the military stepped in, he said
They took over the state
And sealed the leader’s fate
Now it’s peace that the people are led.

There once was a woman named Nicolle
Who thought Trump’s plan was all folly
The White House ballroom scheme
Was just a pipe dream
With strategic motives quite jolly

There once was an Oath Keeper so grand,
Who wanted an armed revolution planned.
On Jan. 6, he did say,
“Let’s attack the Capitol today,”
But now he testifies, taking a stand.

There once was a man named JD Vance
Whose community faced a harsh circumstance
With no buildings remaining
Scarborough was explaining
How it would make Vance feel askance.