Many critics made the same mocking observation,
About the author’s lack of innovation,
They said, “His writing’s quite dire,
It won’t set the world on fire,”
But he laughed, enjoying the sensation.
There once was a senator from South Carolina,
Who had an idea so grand, it was sublime-a,
He proposed a prize,
For the president’s eyes,
But the outcome was nothing but a drama.
There once was a chief of staff bold,
Whose bombastic claim took hold,
Critics took exception,
To his White House direction,
In policy, his story was told.
There once was a podcaster who said,
“The White House thing is odd. I don’t like it.”
Of Donald Trump’s UFC event, he spoke,
Freedom 250 was no joke,
In the oval ring, he felt dread.
There once was an anchor named Jill,
Who had to make sure it was real.
She checked with great care,
To ensure it was there,
On MS NOW, she sure had the zeal.
There once was a man named Pratt
In LA, he wore quite a hat
Ignored Latino community with glee
Forgot they are human, you see
Now he’s in trouble for that.
The Dems’ social media account did state,
That “When they go low, we go high” is our fate.
Now a new approach we will take,
For the old mantra’s sake,
Is dead in the water, we debate.
There once was a sanction quite bold
On Iran’s Authority it’s told
Any entity or man
Cooperating’s the plan
In the Persian Gulf Strait, they’re in the fold
There once was a committee in town
Booked a pop act that caused quite a frown
On the National Mall
They sang, but oh gall!
Disgraced, they brought the whole thing down.
There once was a late night host bold,
Who mocked Hegseth, or so I am told.
A mistake he had made,
Angry call from Trump, dismayed,
For his jokes, the consequences unfold.