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There once was a man named Trump,
Whose party took quite a slump,
Claire McCaskill did say,
Seats may go away,
In Congress, they may end up a chump.

There’s a secret the host tried to expose,
Why the president steers clear of those
In San Francisco town,
But it’s causing a frown,
For the truth, only the host knows.

There once was a host of the night,
Who demanded to see receipts in the light.
He wanted the proof,
To show the truth,
Before the end of the night.

There once was a Lara so bright,
Said she’d dance in the limelight,
But Springsteen she’d pan,
With a wave of her hand,
At Turning Point’s halftime, a sight.

There once was a man named Routh,
Prosecutors wanted to give him no way out.
They asked for life, without parole,
Saying he never showed any remorse or goal.
But Routh remained unapologetic, there’s no doubt.

There once was a paper so grand,
Facing a backlash across the land,
Tech and foreign teams gutted,
In a “strategic reset” they were jutted,
Their future now hangs by a strand.

There once was a man named Jeff Bezos
Whose yacht cost a fortune, who knows
Five hundred million in price
Sailing seas would be nice
But that yacht is where his wealth shows

There once was a politico’s view,
That all adults should know what to do,
Exercise restraint,
In the kids’ sweet paint,
Said the county official, so true.

There once was a billionaire’s boast
Offering prize money to the most
Controversial posts seen,
On his platform so keen,
Creating a scandalous host.

There once was a manager named Perry
Whose take on marketing was quite contrary
The studio got mad
And it made them quite sad
Now they’re likely to be more wary