Dancing…

There once was a harpy named Noem, who tried making DHS her throne,
With ad buys so steep, and her face painted cheap, Trump snapped: “That spotlight’s my own.”

She waved off the deaths on the news, called citizens “terrorists” who lose,
When the facts proved her wrong, she just doubled down strong, till her scandals could not be excused.

Then Congress got nosy and bold, about Corey, those rumors were gold,
She ducked, wouldn’t swear, what went on in the air, and the hearing turned brutally cold.

So Trump watched her testimony play, heard “he okayed the ads” with dismay,
And worried she’d drag him into her game, he fired her by close of the day.

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