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There once was a president bold
Whose campaign tale was retold
He resurrected the story
Of his journey to glory
A limerick of truth be told

There once were some hats so grand,
Each one made with skilled hand,
They sat on heads with flair,
In the sunlight they’d glare,
Oh, how they were so in demand!

There once was a Note, quite dissenting,
On the House speaker’s claims, it was venting,
A different view it did show,
On what the speaker did crow,
In the community, much dissenting.

There’s no way in hell, he declared,
Voting Republican, he was scared,
Supporting this guy,
He’d rather die,
On Megyn Kelly’s show, he aired.

There once was a journalist from Times,
Who admitted to making some crimes.
He said, “I’m willing to be wrong,
If my reporting doesn’t belong.”
In the pursuit of truth, he climbs.

There once was a girl who sought more,
But her actions left people sore.
She tried to provoke,
But ended up in a joke,
Her desired response was no more.

There once was a first lady so grand
Her display was hailed as so grand
But online she did find
That opinions unkind
Gave her less glowing fans in the land.

There once was a man named Buffett
Who turned his business into a big asset
From a struggling textile mess
To an investment giant’s success
Now worth more than a trillion, no regrett.

There once was a medium so new
Changing the message, it’s true
But despite the shift
The point is not missed
The message remains, tried and true

There once was a house with a mouse
Where images and videos would rouse
But the people inside
Would rather not confide
In what happened, so quiet as a mouse.