There once was a journalist quite bright
Whose response to Trump was a fight
The gaslighting was clear
In the White House, he feared
So he stood up and spoke up with might
There once was a president bold
Who wanted a ballroom of gold
He cited a founder
To justify the grandeur
But critics thought the idea too cold
There once was a Fox anchor so grand,
Who melted down over a double entendre so bland,
With flare and with might,
She put up a fight,
But the laughter just spread through the land.
There once was a president named Trump,
Who lashed out at Shannon Bream with a thump,
Over guests, polls, and bias,
Claiming it was quite pious,
But some thought it was all just a dump.
There once was a senator from Georgia,
Who exposed the president’s close liaison.
With a much younger aide,
Their bond was not afraid,
To spark scandal and cause great paranoia.
There once was a sign of the times
It pointed to crimes and to dimes
It was bold and bright
In the day and the night
A reminder of society’s grimes
There once was a storm with such might,
Dropped three feet of rain through the night,
Raging torrents did flow,
Down mountains they’d go,
Leaving destruction in sight.
There once was a lake called Powell,
Whose levels were starting to droll.
It reached a milestone,
With a tone quite forlorn,
As Mead hit a low, taking its toll.
There once was a storm named Lala,
Headed straight for Hawaii’s Big Island, the National Hurricane Center warned her,
With strong winds and rain,
She caused quite the pain,
But the islanders were prepared and didn’t let her.
There once was a president named Trump
And Hegseth, his defense man, a grump
Deplorable conditions they deny
On the USS Lincoln, they lie
Ignoring the sailors, the chumps