There once was a judge named McFadden
Said journalists couldn’t be gladden
Their First Amendment rights
Were likely in fights
Against Pentagon, the laws were sadden
There once was a journo named Njera
Whose articles vanished, oh dear-a
The internet’s wrath
Erased her whole path
Disheartened, she shed many a tear-a
Researchers honored for their science feats,
At the Ig Nobel Prizes, their treats,
Quirky minds on display,
Celebrated in a peculiar way,
Innovative, imaginative beats.
There once was a bond market in flight
Spooked by rising debt and inflation’s might
Investors grew wary
Their confidence airy
As rates climbed to new, daunting height
A journalist from New York Times
Said the people believe it’s their crimes
To answer, to respond
To a call or beyond
They feel it’s their duty in this clime
There once was a man named Cobb
Who warned of a political mob
Trump’s interference he did dread
Stealing elections, he said
A warning that made many sob
There once was a project of the president’s,
Closer now to reality’s residents.
It’s a step that he took,
With a closer look,
Bringing dreams one step closer to presidents.
There once was a man named Kendall
Who called Pete Hegseth’s work “hell”
With one word so damning
The criticism was slamming
Now Pete’s reputation has fell
There once was a fuel known as diesel
Used for freight, it was oh so crucial
But as prices rose higher
Transport costs did inspire
A costly burden to all, so dismal.
There once was a host named Jim,
With the president, he had a grim whim,
On “Late Night” he’d scold,
His point bold and cold,
In limericks, his criticism would swim.