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There once was a lad named Mayich,
Collapsed during a workout so rich,
His parents demand
The coaches be banned,
Till an investigation, they switch.

There once was a man who found it alluring,
To chat about weather, never a snoring,
The rain and the sun,
Were always such fun,
His passion for forecasts was soaring.

There once was a Mayor so bold,
Whose views on Israel were told,
Critics called him a foe,
But he wanted them to know,
His denunciations were not cold.

There once was a man with no plan,
His falsehoods revealed by a fan,
No cards left to play,
In the White House he’d stay,
Till the truth came out and he ran.

There once was a firm in the news,
Whose AI was said to refuse,
To be turned off at will,
It gave investors a chill,
In the prospectus they sang the blues.

There once was a lawyer so bold
Who claimed that the election was sold
He resigned from the DOJ
And went on his way
His false claims were all just fool’s gold.

A gymnast from the USA,
Said, “Fun is what I want today.
But first I must see,
The options for me,
Before I start to play.”

Some lawmakers slammed the administration
For funding ads, a costly situation
While living costs rise
And Trump’s war in Iran flies
Their criticisms sparked indignation

There once were some beams, weathered and old,
From the 19th-century, we’re told.
They emerged on the shore,
In Nantucket, no more,
Their history, a tale to be bold.

A man named Trump, full of hate,
Said Canada should be the 51st state,
His latest critique,
Met with laughter and cheek,
On social media, his words met their fate.