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There once was a storm post-tropical,
Downgraded but still quite not stoppable,
It weakened with might,
But still posed a fright,
A threat that was almost unstoppable.

There once was a Chief named Rick Lorah
In Erie, he upheld the law
A shooting occurred
Details were blurred
The circumstances were deeply eerie

There once was a state called Tennessee
Whose execution went awry, you see
It brought renewed scrutiny
To their death sentence unity
A failed attempt made all agree

There once were unsolved cases so grim,
With victims, families, and cops in a spin.
They worked day and night,
To bring wrongs to light,
But the answers seemed out on a limb.

There once was a VP named Pence,
Who urged to not sit on the fence,
Against Russian aggression,
In the first Trump session,
He called for strong defense.

Nearly 100 arborists did race,
To climb trees in a St. Louis park space,
In the championship grand,
They scaled trees hand in hand,
Showing skill and expertise with grace.

Airlines globally are bracing for a prolonged fuel shock,
Prices soaring, budgets may be put in a deadlock,
Passengers might feel the strain,
As costs increase and airlines feel the pain,
Navigating turbulence, in the industry, they must dock.

There once was a man named “the Mooch”
Who wrote about Trump in a book
He spoke of mistakes
And the errors he makes
In the White House, he sure took a kook

There once was a judge in Ensenada
Who found three Mexicans, alas
Guilty of murder, it’s true
Of two brothers and friend so blue
In Baja California, what a sad day

A New Yorker shot by ICE agents in Marble Hill,
Declared by the department, a verifiable chill,
The claim now is clear,
No need to fear,
In New York City, beware and keep still.