There once was a strategist named Bobby,
Mocked for making Talarico quite shoddy,
In 2012, on Facebook,
He tried to have a look,
But his efforts were met with a hobby.
There once was a writer named Fran,
Who spoke with a boldness that ran,
She didn’t hold back,
When talking about the pack,
Of the president’s city connection plan.
There once was a host of late-night,
Who spotted a moment quite uptight,
For the first couple, oh dear,
Awkwardness was near,
In the spotlight, nothing felt right.
There once was a couple so grand,
Critics accused them of flaunting their land,
Their wealth and their might,
Caused others to fight,
At a time when many need a hand.
There once was a Democrat named Dove,
Who called the move an “orange turd” with love.
She slammed it with grace,
In a fiery embrace,
California politics rise above.
There once was a court in Manhattan
Refusing to grant a grand plan
To hear an appeal
Of an $83 million deal
Against Trump, the court took a stand
There once was a king who did boast
With a tongue-in-cheek comment, he’d toast
America’s colonial past
His speech was quite vast
But some found it rude and engrossed
There once was a man named Trump
Whose compliments made people jump
So awkward and strange
His words rearrange
Leaving listeners in a big slump
There once was a president bold,
Who tore down the East Wing of old.
To build a ballroom so grand,
On historic land,
$400 million in gold.
There once was a Cup in a heat,
Where athletes did fear to compete,
Fans, workers, and refs,
Felt the burn on their necks,
As global temps rose to the beat.