A cop faced a charge from the state,
For assault and some false things that he’d state,
Added to his dismay,
Was a new charge that day,
Now his future looks far from first-rate.
There once was a president, bold,
Who harshly critiqued, I am told,
The GOP candidate’s dress,
And speaking skills, to impress,
But then gave a compliment, cold.
There once was a Treasury Department
Proposing a change with intent
New regulation in play
After May 2027, they say
Their decision was final, content
There once was a journalist veteran
Who hosted a show in the AM
Maria was her name
With great skill and fame
In the mornings, she made headlines again
There once was a president so grand,
With insults he’d often command,
But his own waistline fight,
Caused quite a sight,
As battles with weight got out of hand.
There once were some critics so keen,
Who noticed some irony unseen.
Their words were so sharp,
They cut through the dark,
In limericks witty and clean.
There once was a president bold,
Who twisted the truth, or so I’m told,
His take on Talarico,
Was awfully gross and low,
In the end, the truth will unfold.
There once was a doc named Abraham
Who warned of the president’s mayhem
In a fit of pique or rage
He’d set off a dangerous stage
So we must be prepared, oh what a gem!
There once was a strategist so wise,
Whose hope for the debate did arise.
He urged all to tune in,
And give it a spin,
For the Democratic party’s surprise.
There once was a man named Trump,
Whose plans were a bit of a jump,
He tried to lend aid,
But just made the parade,
Of candidates in need start to slump.