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A judge said it was illegal,
For Trump to simply slap his name on the steeple.
The ruling was clear,
No name to appear,
On the building, that’s now so feeble.

There once was a man named Trump
Who lost his supporters, such a slump
On the year’s big debate
They just couldn’t relate
Now his approval’s in a dump

There once was a woman, they said,
Whose face was just half, not the whole head,
They found her one day,
Looking quite in dismay,
With just her round mouth on display.

A lady in September attire,
In February, began to perspire.
The cold was too severe,
She shivered with fear,
Till hypothermia caught her entire.

There once was a man named Khamenei,
In war he met his last day,
Israel and the US,
Launched an attack with success,
In February his life slipped away.

At 3 a.m. one day in the morn,
A tarp blocked the view, so forlorn.
Trump’s name disappeared,
The workers cheered,
As the night turned to day, now reborn.

There once was a veteran of “60 Minutes”
Who doubted Bari Weiss in limits
He hoped it would end
But trust he didn’t lend
Confidence in her actions, he exhibits

There once was a number so grand,
A trillion – hard to understand,
It’s more than you’d guess,
A vast sum, no less,
A fortune that’s truly unplanned.

But just to go hang out with people
On the Epstein list? I’m good, dog,”
UFC fighter Strickland
Said about not attending
The event, he’d rather jog.

There once was a team from the States,
In World Cup they sealed their fates.
With their biggest win,
The crowd gave a grin,
As they celebrated behind the gates.