Trump Opened A Huge Can Of Worms With His Press Ban
There once was a tale that was bolded
You can catch up on what’s unfolded
With a limerick rhyme
In traditional time
The story will soon be behooved
There once was a tale that was bolded
You can catch up on what’s unfolded
With a limerick rhyme
In traditional time
The story will soon be behooved
There once was a feed from the White House
But all we could see was that grouse
With Trump in each frame
It wasn’t the same
A rough start, for sure, in that house
There once was a host of a show
Who offered the president a go
At some food for thought
But he was caught
In a limerick that did not flow
There once was a president bold,
Who invoked their name, so we’re told,
Nearly 900 times,
In his speeches and rhymes,
A Reuters review soon had it unrolled.
There once was a president bold
His party’s support starting to fold
Cost of living woes
And Iran war woes
In polls, his approval turned cold.
There once was a man named Dale,
Banned from the White House, oh what a tale!
He said, “For helpful news,
Check out outlets you choose,”
Consuming the news, without fail.
There once was a host named Kimmel,
Who called out the president on a whim.
Over the ban on news outlets three,
He spoke out boldly and free,
His words causing quite a big brim.
There once was a woman named Steph,
Whose views on Trump made a big rep.
She said, “The press fight
Is still in plain sight,
Donald’s wrath won’t soon run out of pep.”
There once was a man named Gerard Baker
Whose disdain for Trump grew much greater
He lamented the day
That he ever would say
He has “Trump dismay syndrome” later
There once was a president bold,
Who used his successor’s media ban to scold,
He spoke of a cohort,
Who lacked democratic support,
In America, the story is told.