There once was a man named Chris Hayes
Asking if troops should die in such ways
For lower oil prices, he said
It’s a question that fills us with dread
In war, the cost is not just a phase
There once was a president who, it’s said,
Sent shoes to his staff, filled with dread.
He guessed at their size,
And, to their surprise,
The shoes on their feet did not tread.
There once was a tourist from Germany
Who ate something spicy, oh dear me
“It was such a big shock
Physically and mentally,” he’d talk
In his complaint, written with glee
There once was a host from last word,
Called him “breathtakingly incompetent” quite stirred,
Russia aiding Iran,
It was all part of the plan,
In the ongoing war- what a world!
There once was a GOP group so inspired,
To knock a Dem candidate they desired.
But their plan went awry,
And they let out a sigh,
As their efforts totally backfired.
There once was a host from last word,
Called him “breathtakingly incompetent” quite stirred,
Russia aiding Iran,
It was all part of the plan,
In the ongoing war- what a world!
There once was a GOP group so inspired,
To knock a Dem candidate they desired.
But their plan went awry,
And they let out a sigh,
As their efforts totally backfired.
There once was a senator from South Carolina
Who seemed to have a case of amnesia mania
Forgot Trump’s key achievement
Causing much bereavement
Leaving supporters in a state of hysteria.
There once was a late-night host near,
Who heard a conversation so dear,
Between president and wife,
Filled with humor and life,
One of the funniest, that’s clear.
There once was a guy who’d decree,
Insane things to the media with glee,
His words were all crap,
But he never took a nap,
Just kept spouting nonsense, oh gee!