From SmackDown to School: The Curious Case of Linda McMahon

In the land of wrestling, with muscles and might,
There rose Linda McMahon, a curious sight.
She ruled over matches of tussle and brawls,
With chairs that would fly and a few who might fall.

But one day she mused, “This job’s not enough!
I’ll tackle a field where I know even less stuff!”
And so, with a grin and a stack of her cash,
She jumped into politics — oh, what a splash!

She ran for the Senate, not once but twice,
Spent millions of dollars (now wasn’t that nice?).
But voters all wondered, “What’s her grand plan?
Does wrestling’s queen know the needs of a man?”

Failure didn’t stop her — oh no, not at all!
Her friend Mr. Trump gave a Secretary’s call.
“Education?” she blinked, “Why, that’s quite a theme!
I’ve never taught students or crafted a scheme.”

“But wrestling’s taught me how to script a good fight,
And dodge any questions that don’t sound just right!”
The critics cried foul; they waved big red flags,
Her qualifications, they said, were in rags.

Her WWE past brought a sordid debate,
With shows of poor taste and some ethics irate.
“Her content for kids?” the watchdogs would screech,
“Is this the right woman to oversee and teach?”

While schools faced their battles of funding and woe,
Linda’s grand knowledge was painfully low.
“Charter or public? Oh, what do I care?
As long as it comes with Trump’s gold-plated flair!”

Oh, Linda McMahon, you climbed up so high,
From ropes in a ring to the Capitol sky.
But some jobs require a bit more than show —
Like knowing where classrooms are and where real students go.

~Dunneagin~