There once was a reporter named Ben,
Who delved into Trump’s construction again,
In New York Magazine he wrote,
About projects that caused a big uproar,
His deep dive exposed Trump’s construction bane.
There once was a Senator in court,
For a scandal that came to report.
She’s being sued as a homewrecker,
Over love with a protector.
Now her actions will be the resort.
There once was a judge named McFadden
Said journalists couldn’t be gladden
Their First Amendment rights
Were likely in fights
Against Pentagon, the laws were sadden
There once was a journo named Njera
Whose articles vanished, oh dear-a
The internet’s wrath
Erased her whole path
Disheartened, she shed many a tear-a
Researchers honored for their science feats,
At the Ig Nobel Prizes, their treats,
Quirky minds on display,
Celebrated in a peculiar way,
Innovative, imaginative beats.
There once was a bond market in flight
Spooked by rising debt and inflation’s might
Investors grew wary
Their confidence airy
As rates climbed to new, daunting height
A journalist from New York Times
Said the people believe it’s their crimes
To answer, to respond
To a call or beyond
They feel it’s their duty in this clime
There once was a man named Cobb
Who warned of a political mob
Trump’s interference he did dread
Stealing elections, he said
A warning that made many sob
There once was a project of the president’s,
Closer now to reality’s residents.
It’s a step that he took,
With a closer look,
Bringing dreams one step closer to presidents.
There once was a man named Kendall
Who called Pete Hegseth’s work “hell”
With one word so damning
The criticism was slamming
Now Pete’s reputation has fell