There once was a host of late night
Who slammed the fund with great spite
Called it an “all-you-can-fraud buffet”
His comments caused quite a display
But the truth he did write
Imagine Democrats having fun,
Documenting it all ’til 2028’s done,
The Washington political sway,
In the worst kind of way,
Their laughter will surely outrun.
There once was a man named Cheung,
Whose words caused quite a scene,
He was labeled a disgrace,
For his cult-like embrace,
In the White House, he made a scene.
There once was a lady so grand
Parked her Benz in Manhattan land
She fell in the hole
With a thud and a roll
Now she needs a new helping hand
There once was a justice quite bold
Who claimed courts should never uphold
Political rulings, they say
Must stay far, far away
From the justice’s robe, we are told.
There once were folks in court, oh the strife,
With a choice that was altering life.
Risk arrest or not show,
Either way, they’d soon go,
Facing deportation, such strife.
There once was a reverend named Sewell,
Who echoed Trump’s commission so well,
On religious liberty he’d speak,
From the pulpit each week,
In limericks his message would swell.
A cargo plane once took flight in Kentucky,
Its engine separated abruptly,
Fifteen lives were lost,
At a terrible cost,
Leaving families and friends feeling unlucky.
There once was an FBI director,
Who feared for police under terror.
He hoped to stay ahead,
Of those who caused dread,
By sacking the Capitol in error.
There once was a film about a president,
Sebastian Stan was quite confident,
That the movie would last,
Despite pushback amassed,
His hope was truly fervent.