There once was a son of Trump’s name,
Who shared images of a banquet’s fame,
For the Chinese president’s delight,
The feast was a luxurious sight,
But ethics concerns rose to fame.
There once was a board that was stately,
Whose views were quite conservative lately.
But they found an irony,
That was awkward, you see,
In the newspaper, oh how they hate thee.
There once was a host named Kimmel,
Who made fun of Trump with a giggle.
He got a devoted aide,
To parody the charade,
Made the President’s relationship seem brittle.
There once was a man named Tribe,
Who spoke out against any jibe.
Dictatorship he’d resist,
In this country he’d insist,
For freedom he would always strive.
There once was a senator named Lee,
Whose comments were quite hard to foresee.
With ideas so bizarre,
He would often spar,
And leave everyone feeling quite queasy.
There once was a human printer,
Who worked for Trump, no quitter.
Inside the administration’s gates,
He spilled secrets of debates,
In limericks, a truth transmitter.
There once was a rate quite high,
Since Jan. 16, 2025, it did fly.
It soared at a peak,
The highest we speak,
A record that reached to the sky.
There once was a man named Navarro,
Who didn’t like what he saw on the show.
“Why do we let anybody in
This administration,” with a grin,
He questioned, as the cameras did glow.
There once was a man from Utah
Who spent years in prison, what a strut
Now he’s back on trial
But the prosecution won’t compile
No death penalty, that’s the cut
There once were influencers with clout
Who took off their shirts to shout
They danced with a pole
And played a new role
With “thirst traps for democracy” they spout