Observe our rotund monarch in citrus disguise,
Who lobs bunker-busters to distract prying eyes.
He extends yet again the grand TikTok reprieve,
“Because,” whispers counsel, “the teens might just leave.”
He cites “emergency powers” to tariff your toys,
While scholars roll eyes at these overblown ploys.
A Guard unit in LA parades at his whim,
Yet a judge says the Carroll bill sticks to him.
So here is the moral, dear children, take heed:
When a King in Orange writes each rule for his need,
Expect pompous decrees wrapped in rhyming deceit—
And a kingdom that murmurs, “Good grief, rinse, repeat.”