There once was a journal named WSJ,
That dropped quite a bombshell one day:
A deal so unheard,
With a president-elect,
It made pundits all gasp, No way.
A Sheikh from the sands of UAE,
With pockets absurdly wealthy,
Bought crypto outright,
Half a billion in sight,
Just days before Trump swore his fealty.
This Sheikh Tahnoon, dubbed Spy by the press,
Wore many a power-address:
Security chief,
Royal sibling-in-brief,
And steward of trillions, no less.
The papers revealed, with a squint,
That Eric Trump signed with a hint:
Forty-nine percent,
To the Sheikh it was sent,
While the ink barely had time to imprint.
And Witkoffcofounder, envoy,
Found fortune and office in joy:
Middle East czar,
With a financial star,
A combo that raised some alloy.
Tahnoon sought chips made of silicon dreams,
For AI and data-fueled schemes;
But Biden said No,
Fearing Chinas long glow,
And Huaweis persistent regimes.
Then Trump took his seat once again,
And doors opened wide now and then:
Half a million chips yearly,
Approved rather cheerly,
Enough for data centers galore, amen.