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There once was a strategist so deep,
Who claimed Trump was out to sweep,
Blaming others for his loss,
Would come at quite a cost,
In this election, he may not keep.

There once was a police department in Lexington,
Their actions left citizens vexed and beaten,
A 2024 DOJ report,
Exposing their wrongful deport,
Their violation of rights was their sin.

There once was a chef named José Andrés,
Known worldwide for his culinary displays,
His dishes were sublime,
Stood the test of time,
In the kitchen, he spent his days.

Said the MS NOW anchor with glee,
To voters who oppose Trump’s war spree,
Their voice must be heard,
Their message concurred,
In elections, the power lies free.

There once was a man called Vance,
Who El-Sayed thought was a prance,
He called him a weasel,
With words so unpeaceful,
Their feud was like a wild dance.

A data analyst, chief of CNN,
Saw numbers that made him chagrin,
The poll was so grim,
For the president, dim,
These figures were truly a sin.

There once was a barrel discovered,
Memories of the mob era, uncovered.
From the 1940s it began,
It lasted till the 80s, man,
In the city, crime lords maneuvered.

There once was a MAGA leader
Who praised his new press secretary, a breeder
He called her an attorney
But she confessed, contrary
She never passed the bar, a deceiver

There once was a man named Jesse Watters
Said, “Thank God we have more money than they do,
For Republicans, it’s a big hullabaloo
If not, it could be curtains, true
But we’ll prevail, that much is true”

There once was a teacher, so kind
With three students, all in a bind
In a tragic attack
They never came back
Leaving loved ones behind, confined