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There once was a host from CNN,
who pondered what might have been,
If Obama had done
what Trump’s now begun,
In a world of what-ifs now we’re in.

There once was a man named Chris Hayes,
Joined critics in a White House ballroom craze,
They suspect the project is shady,
More than just simple and lady,
A chorus of doubt in various ways.

There once was a senator from Texas
Who used rhetoric to perplex us
When asked about funds
For insurrectionist huns
He dodged the questions, oh how vexed us.

There once was a man named Greene wrote,
Whose secrets all came to denote.
Though the truth was hard to bear,
He found solace in the air,
Now his tale is clear, with gloat.

There once was a team in dismay,
Their response did not go the right way,
The president’s hopes were dashed,
Their strategy quickly smashed,
Their plans went astray, night and day.

There once was a host of “Daily Show”
Who tore into Trump with a blow
Predicting what’s next
For America, perplexed
By the putrid administration’s low.

There once was a lady so dire,
Said, “We’ll all perish by hantavirus fire.”
With worry and fright,
She stayed up all night,
But in truth, her fears were quite a mire.

There once was a person distressed,
In moments of anger, they guessed,
They tried to keep cool,
To swallow the fool,
And buried the feelings suppressed.

There once was a veep with a gleam,
Whose point was not what it seemed,
Critics did scoff,
On social media they did go off,
In the land of misunderstandings, he reigned.

There once was a host late at night,
Who shared a moment quite a sight,
The president’s mind was a mystery,
Acknowledging then rejecting reality,
Leaving viewers in a state of slight fright.