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A president loved renaming things,
Tried his hand at a hurricane fling,
But the storm did not care,
And continued to tear,
Leaving destruction in its wild swing.

There once was a president bold
Whose actions were quite uncontrolled
The Post said with a shout
He’d blow the GOP out
The Wall Street Journal’s opinion was cold

There once was a man named Feinberg,
Who clashed with the president, the berg.
In the Oval Office fight,
He stood for what was right,
The Independent’s shining star, Feinberg.

There once was a man named Bush,
Who found Paxton and Trump quite a rush.
He was deeply troubled,
By all those who doubled,
Their support for these men with a hush.

There once was a woman who claimed,
Seven students had left her ashamed,
At a fraternity house,
She felt disbelief douse,
When her story was questioned and maimed.

There once was a man named Musk, so clever,
Who said, “Conventional currency will not matter”
For when robots and space travel soar,
Our money will be digital galore,
In the future, our wealth will be greater.

There once was a colleague, Jemele Hill,
Who said of the president with a chill,
“He won’t be my guest,
For he’s not the best,
And my dinner, he never will fill.”

There once was a man named Mitch,
Who admitted he was in a glitch.
Drunk and sleep-deprived,
He grabbed “Peachy” and thrived,
In court, his tale did bewitch.

A limerick for Zacharia’s tale,
Answering the president’s call,
To serve was an honor,
His work was top dollar,
Now his story will forever enthrall.

There once was a candidate named West,
Who in interviews put critics to the test,
“I said what I said!”,
She boldly spread,
As her words caused quite a big unrest.