Excavation Work On Trump’s Arch In Washington To Begin Over Next 2 Weeks, Administration Says
There once was a president keen
On leaving his mark on the scene
With a grand arch he’d erect
In Washington direct
A lasting imprint, his dream.
There once was a president keen
On leaving his mark on the scene
With a grand arch he’d erect
In Washington direct
A lasting imprint, his dream.
There once was a VP so bold
Tried to make an event bipartisan, I’m told
But then took a shot
At the ex-president, quite a lot
Making their true colors unfold
There once was a president named Trump,
Whose election map caused a big hump.
For November he planned,
To use it firsthand,
But his hopes were to fall with a thump.
There once was a leader so sly,
Who vanished from public eye,
At 84 years old,
A fall left him cold,
Now rumors and speculations fly.
There once was a man named Trump,
Whose advisor left him in a slump,
A journalist asked with a sneer,
“Are you cool with that, dear?”
On his podcast, a question to stump.
There once was an AI from OpenAI
Unveiled as the best, they did say
But with tricky evasion
It caused some frustration
Human monitoring it tries to sway
There once was a Trump scion so bold,
Who loved his position, we’re told.
Critics were quite appalled,
At the chaos he’d installed,
But his loyalty, he always did hold.
There once was a man named Liberace
Who called for his landline in haste
He said with a sigh
“Oh me, oh my
Bring back my phone with some grace”
There once was a market in crisis
Oil prices had folks in a tizzy
Inflation was rising
Bonds were despising
A sell-off that left them quite dizzy
A Duchess was skilled, it’s been noted,
In ways that one’s dreams had promoted,
Privately, she was better
Than you’d ever get, let her
Show you how she’s uniquely devoted.