There once was a critic who gasped,
“My God, is this really what’s grasped?”
He looked at the nation
With great consternation
And wondered when things had collapsed.
There once was a split screen that said no,
To the UN ambassador’s claim, oh so,
A critic responded,
With thoughts unencoded,
In the United Nations’ grand show.
There once was a group, oh so sad,
CNN’s analyst said it was really bad,
Their data was skewed,
Their tactics so shrewd,
Their reputation was simply just mad.
There once was a report so quite,
Said cop’s shooting was just right,
But why did the first aid,
To the officer be made,
Questions lingered in everyone’s sight.
There once was a stowaway so clever,
Sly as a fox, he’d never be caught ever.
He sneaked on the ship,
With a sly little skip,
His plan was quite bold, however.
There once was a producer named Raj
Whose Oscars show had a big task
The security team
And the FBI’s scheme
Made sure nothing would come to a fracas
There once was a man with responses,
That drew skepticism from Democrats,
They accused him of lies,
And evasions and spies,
In the House where the tension dispenses.
There once was a first lady so fine
Whose memoir was due out in June
Detailing three weeks of her life
With stories of struggle and strife
In her book, her experiences will shine.
There once was a MAGA official,
Who said America’s a great gristle,
Defenders of freedom,
For all who do need ’em,
And around the world, benefits sizzle.
There once was a man, unidentified,
Who crashed into a barrier, horrified,
The Secret Service was near,
And they quickly made it clear,
He was arrested before he could hide.