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There once was a plan, so they say,
For healthcare to find a new way,
But it was just an outline,
Not fully defined,
Leaving many in dismay.

There once was a fellow named Lance,
Whose response left folks in a trance,
He wasn’t quite ready,
His thoughts were unsteady,
And his reply just didn’t enhance.

There once was a president, quite grand,
Who couldn’t quite understand,
A question about a post,
Made on 9/11, almost boast,
His puzzled expression was quite unplanned.

There once was a president who,
Received thanks from the White House crew,
For things he had done,
Before he was gone,
Leaving many saying, “Oh, phew!”

There is real pain that people are feeling,
Said Bill Stepien with deep sense of dealing,
With challenges great,
That determine our fate,
And make us all question our healing.

There once was a paper that wailed,
About excuses that grandly failed,
The conservatives roared,
Their opinions poured,
In a limerick their disdain was nailed.

There once was a man who would say
He despised windmills every day
Their blades made him cringe
And his anger would singe
For him, they were just in the way

There once was a company in dread
Supporting the investigation they said
They worked hard for the cause
Helping all who had flaws
To make things right, they pushed ahead.

There once was a dispute, as they say,
Over what the Gulf of Mexico should be called one day.
The news agency said no,
To Trump’s name, causing quite a show,
In the end, they went their own way.

There once was a president so grand,
On a flight back from Ireland’s green land.
He said with a smile,
“I want to make you happy for a while,”
In hopes to fulfill his demand.