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There once was a man named Steiner
Who took office, feeling the strainer
Forced out his predecessor
Now he’s feeling lesser
In his job, he’s a deep complainer.

There once was a palace of fame,
Buckingham Palace its name,
A rare statement they shared,
In response, they declared,
A limerick to add to the game.

There once was a Veep named Kamala,
In Michigan she’ll campaign with El-Sayed, oh la la!
For Senate they’ll vie,
With a gleam in their eye,
Hoping victory will come their way.

There once was a man named Max,
Whose designs were never lax,
In the 60s he began,
With colors that ran,
His art was like a flower power climax.

There once was a Secretary named Meink
Who spoke of space control weapons, not meek
He said the U.S. had them on-orbit
To keep adversaries off their orbit
With such power, their dominance they seek.

There once was an FBI director
Who tried to explain a new order
The rules for hiring had changed
But his words seemed deranged
His explanation was met with disorder

There once was a president, aloof,
Who often would nod off in truth,
At public events so grand,
He’d fall asleep on command,
Leaving his critics with proof.

A man named De Niro, so moved,
His voice shook as he thanked her, approved,
Her comments were kind,
He thanked her in kind,
His emotions, he clearly had grooved.

There once was a host, so sly,
Who left his show with a sly goodbye.
His old network, no mention,
Avoided with intention,
On “The Late Show,” he said goodbye.

There once was a former president,
Whose feelings he aimed to present,
Through artwork he’d show,
His disdain for Trump’s glow,
In expression quite eloquent.