There once was a man named James
Who spoke out against political games
He warned of those who’d try
To weaponize justice, oh my!
At a rally for Zohran Mamdani’s gains
There once was a gambler so witty,
Who knew when to hold and be gritty,
He’d fling ’em so keen,
Like a Frisbee machine,
And win every game, what a pity!
A man named Alexis took aim,
At a TV personality’s game,
Over remarks unkind,
For Serena, he’d find,
Defending her honor, his fame.
A man named Lebda sought out some roots,
Bought a farm in North Carolina, to boot.
In the fields he’d unwind,
A simpler life to find,
On his land, he’d cultivate his fruits.
There once was a leader named Noem
Whose Homeland Security team faced some mock
They addressed it head on
And showed they were strong
Defending their boss with a comb
There once was a nude protest ride
In Portland, they chose not to hide
Against Trump they did fight
In the nude, what a sight
A unique form of protest with pride.
There once was an Oscar winner so bold,
Who called Trump a “would-be king” cold.
He wants to take democracy away,
But the winner had his say,
In a speech that was mighty and told.
There once was a rival of Trump,
Who looked like him, made people jump.
On social media’s view,
They looked like a twin to you,
A resemblance that caused quite a hump.
There once was a man with great sway
Touted foreign policy one day
He spoke with such pride
His achievements implied
But critics had much to say
There once was a veep named Vance
Whose remarks caused quite a stance
The president also implied
The same thing, which can’t be denied
Their ideas they both did advance