There once was a man named Fred Trump III,
Who said, “I have never forgotten that, you see.”
He was proud of his name,
And his family’s fame,
In the business world, they were truly free.
The chyron perfectly juxtaposed
Two moments from president’s address
In a flash it displayed
A contrast that conveyed
The speech’s impact, no stress
There once was a man named Tuberville
Whose constituents felt a great ill
He said, “People will deal
With the gas price appeal”
In Alabama, the gas bill took a chill.
There once was a storm named Polo,
The National Hurricane Center said whoa!
“Extremely dangerous,” they cried,
As the wind and rain intensified,
Miami braced for the blow.
There once was a host named MS NOW
Who saw through Mike’s nonsense somehow
His attempt to attack
Jon Ossoff fell flat
Ridiculous claims, she did disavow
There once was a singer in need
Of a procedure for atrial speed
The doctor, so deft
Said “perfect,” and left
Now the singer’s heart’s freed
There once was a man named Trump, so bold,
Who banned CNN, MS NOW, and Politico, we’re told.
They all decided to sue,
For their right to pursue,
Reporting the news as they’re old.
There once was a man named Weinstein,
In prison, he’s already been,
His case cycled ’round,
Through the justice ground,
For six years, he’s not been seen.
There once was a pilot so bold
Declared before his last flight he’d unfold
With full afterburner
He’d be a fast earner
A hero in stories retold
There once was a president quite dense,
His geography skills made no sense.
Critics schooled him with glee,
Sitting next to Burnham, you see,
His ignorance left them all tense.