There once was a late-night host
Who used the president’s own meme as a boast
With a clever twist and a jest
He put the president to the test
And left him feeling like a ghost
There once was a player named Alcaraz
Who won a tight set, quite the jazz
He leveled the game with great grace
But couldn’t quite win the race
And fell short at the final pass
There’s a late-night host who once said,
It’s all about one thing, he spread,
With jokes quite absurd,
And punchlines well heard,
His laughter leaves us all well fed.
There once was a president, critics say
Reminding him of things gone astray
Memories of old
Stories retold
In limericks they have their own way
There once was a president bold
Who ranted about journalists cold
On Truth Social he’d spew
His anger at the crew
In limericks his stories were told.
There once was a man named Gianni
Whose ties to the president were uncanny
FIFA had to investigate
A complaint sealed his fate
Now his actions are under scrutiny
There once was a man named Jacob Coxon,
Who said, “Danger is what I am fixin’.
No activity so wild,
As that which has defiled,
The others, in danger we’re mixin’.”
There once was a trade war so dire,
Banning dairy and booze did transpire,
Some motorcycles, too,
Were bid a fond adieu,
In the U.S., tensions rose higher.
There once was a man quite uninvited,
To an event he was not delighted,
On X they did say,
He should stay far away,
For his presence they were not excited.
There once was a strategist who knew
A theory that caused quite a few
To ponder and pause
About the unknown cause
That was hard for the skeptics to view.