There once was a girl named Tomi,
Who complained about clothes that were phony,
She said, with a sneer,
“It’s like SHEIN in here,
Disguised as Nordstrom, but baloney.”
There once was a woman named Leavitt,
Who announced she’d be leaving, admit it.
Speculation ran wild,
Over who’d be compiled,
As her successor, the heat won’t soon quit.
There once was a man named Trump
Who had ratings that were in a slump
Gruters blamed the last guy
For the low marks, oh my!
Will Trump’s numbers ever jump?
There once was a top editor named Slavin,
Charged with insubordination by the Pentagon,
He fought for his rights,
In the public affairs office’s sights,
But his limerick skills were never forsaken.
There once was a plan quite brilliant,
From a “Fox & Friends” co-host resilient.
But on social media,
Folks were quite leery,
Of the scheme, they were all very reticent.
There once were two friends, no doubt,
Their falling-out caused a drought,
But after eight long years,
They faced all their fears,
And had their first talk about.
There once was a storm that did rage
In Indiana, causing much outrage
Trees and power lines fell
Leaving folks in a spell
Without power for weeks, what a stage
There once was a general named Davis
Whose words left us feeling quite weightless
He spoke of a loss
In a tone so morose
For the communities he served, he was gracious.
There once was a Rep. named Beatty,
Who found the Kennedy Center quite meaty,
She asked a court to intervene,
To block Trump’s name from the scene,
A battle of names, oh so petty.
There once was a lady named Harp,
Close aide to the president, no sharp.
Under scrutiny she’s been,
With media eyes keen,
Her return causing a stir with a harp.