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There once was a paper called Post,
In New York, they liked to boast,
They got in on the fun,
With headlines that won,
Their limericks were always the most.

There once was a candidate progressive
Surging past the reality star excessive
Mail-in votes counted with care
Victory in the air
The former star’s defeat so aggressive

There once were some MAGA men, so wary,
Mistook Walter for griping, quite scary.
Thought he mocked Pride Month,
But their brains were so blunt,
Missing the point, they were contrary.

The VP’s henhouse, so grand,
Looks like the second home, so grand,
A Victorian charm,
For hens on the farm,
A luxurious coop on the land.

There once was a bot named GPT,
Whose maker, OpenAI, sought to see,
A stock market debut,
With Anthropic, a clue,
In an IPO, they both now agree.

There once was an election on Nov. 3,
For mayor, the candidates did agree.
They campaigned with great zeal,
To win the city’s appeal,
But only one could claim victory with glee.

The president and allies did wail,
When mail-in votes caused a big tale,
In the LA mayor race,
They complained about the pace,
But the results did prevail.

There once was a man filled with hate,
Who thought that the system was not straight.
In California he fumed,
When his candidate was doomed,
But the people had chosen their fate.

There once was a medallion so grand,
With Trump’s signature there, so grand,
A patriotic treasure,
For moments to measure,
In a case now it silently stands.

There once was a man, Gordon S. Wood,
Whose history books were quite good.
He won a Pulitzer Prize,
But now he has met his demise,
At the age of 92, as he should.