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There once was a dad who did stray,
Van Jones wanted it ended that day,
Weird stuff was afoot,
He wanted a hush,
To stop this, he had much to say.

There once was a balloon in the sky,
Thirteen folks were flying up high,
But the landing was smooth,
On a small plot of grass, a good groove,
No one was hurt, oh me, oh my!

There once was a host named “Last Word”
Whose monologue was fiery, not blurred
He spoke of the threat
That Trump, with no fret
Lobbed at Iran, making it absurd

There once was a president who stumbled,
As he climbed the stairs, he mumbled.
He tried to save face,
In a clumsy disgrace,
But his pride was left thoroughly humbled.

There once was a president who
Urged Virginians to vote, not to skew
The redistricting plan
Would redraw the state’s span
So citizens pondered what to do.

There once was an anchor on TV
Who wouldn’t say words that were free
To the president’s face
In a political race
He stood by his principles, you see

There once was a Rep named Gill,
Whose rhetoric gave people a chill,
They called it gutter racism,
Compared it to Nazi-ism,
On social media, they did grill.

There once was a president bold
Whose words did a montage behold
It undercut what he’d said
Since the conflict had spread
His credibility now was ice cold

There once was a host who was stinking,
He mocked the FBI director over drinking,
Accused of excess,
It caused quite a mess,
On the Late Show, the host was just winking.

The Trump foe added a caveat, quite striking,
Said, “His policies need some rethinking.”
With words that were bold,
The story was told,
In hopes that his base would start hiking.