There once was a president who
Accused vandals, but no clear clue
He claimed turf was trampled,
At festivities, samples
Of grass could solve the issue, that’s true.
There once was a president who read,
But stopped before he reached the thread.
If he had gone on,
He might not have gone wrong,
Now he must fix the mess that he’s spread.
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.