There once was a president who
Replaced “fake news” with a name that’s new.
His critics did ponder,
If a rebrand was yonder,
And what other changes he’d pursue.
There once was a man named James Cody,
Who conspired with a teen, oh so bawdy,
To commit a mass shooting,
At a school, so disturbing,
Now they face consequences, how naughty.
There once was a man who did spar,
Described a scheme bizarre,
To hide the Iran war,
Said it was a cover like tar,
But his secret didn’t go far.
There once was a man named Klepper,
Who interviewed St Cyr, a real upper,
She warned him with sass,
That he’d feel like an ass,
For that, he was left in a stupor.
There once was a girl named Troy Jackson,
Who called out those who lacked gumption,
She put her on blast,
For not speaking fast,
Against Donald Trump’s corruption.
There once was a big argument fight,
Tom Cruise, Julia Roberts, and DiCaprio in sight.
They got dragged into the fray,
On who’s the best actor, they say,
But in the end, they all turned out alright.
There once was a host of late night
Who tore into the president’s slight
For comments on two cities
In California, not pretty
His sarcasm was quite a delight
A president once claimed with much wrath,
The newspaper doctored the path.
Videos from the golf resort’s site,
Showed the truth, not a fight,
Proving the president’s words lacked their math.
There once was a man named Jarquín,
Whose lawyer confirmed his sad sin,
He sought asylum with might,
But was sent back in fright,
From the U.S., now he can’t begin.
There once was a White House statement,
Saying the president’s intent wasn’t blatant,
No desire for Iran to strike,
Just aiming to prevent the spike,
In Tehran’s power, not to exacerbate.