There once was a man named Bill Pulte,
Whose access to intel they gave a salute,
But the board warned with a huff,
That it was just not enough,
For national security could take a hit in the pursuit.
There once was a lady named Trump,
Who in conversation did jump,
She tried to switch the topic,
But Obama would not drop it,
At her husband’s second inauguration stump.
There once was a host on MS NOW
Who gave a rallying cry, and how!
Scott Pelley was canned
From “60 Minutes” land
Her passion she did really show
There once were some hostages unharmed,
Saved by heroes who weren’t alarmed,
They were found safe and sound,
Their captors were bound,
And the situation they calmly disarmed.
There once was a journalist named Abby,
Who wouldn’t let falsehoods go willy-nilly.
When a guest spoke of lies,
She quickly defied,
In a limerick, her actions were quite savvy.
There once was a senator named Thune
Who wanted a professional tune
For the DNI job
No weapons to lob
Just experts to help them commune
There once was a secretary of treasury
Who defended the president with all his bravery
But Democrat Maggie Hassan’s question so severe
Made him stumble and veer
During a Senate hearing, it was quite a quandary
A co-creator named Trey Parker
Said, “In this stuff, we must be a risk-taker
We won’t live in fear
Of anyone near
We’ll be bold, never a faker.”
There once was a group known as APHIS
Who fought pests with vigor and bliss
But irony struck home
When pests began to roam
Now APHIS fights pests they dismiss
There once was a wrestler named Mick,
Whose silence was making him sick,
He felt complicit indeed,
In WWE’s cozying need,
As Trump’s supporter, he felt like a pick.