There once was a Virgin Islands delegate,
Who reminded the House at a rate,
Their nonvoting members,
Represent four million Americans,
In a voice that was strong and innate.
There once was a man named Donald,
Who tried to silence the truth, oh how awful!
But a former congresswoman said,
“You can’t change what’s in our head,
In America, freedom is lawful.”
In Plaza Latina, a dire scene,
small birds, chickens all turned lean.
Hamsters, two dogs, two cats,
fell victim to cruel fire’s acts,
a tragedy felt long and keen.
There once was a cartoonist named Ann,
Whose editor hindered her plan,
To hold powerful folks
To account with her strokes,
A Pulitzer Prize winner she ran.
There once was a mob full of hate,
Who stormed the Capitol in their state.
They smashed their way in,
Filled with violence and sin,
A dark day we must never recreate.
There once was a man named Hochman,
Reviewing prison records, he can.
Analyzing rehab,
For each con he will nab,
To help with their sentencing plan.
There once was a leader, it’s said,
Who vowed for the votes to be spread.
He promised to fight,
For what he thought was right,
But mistakenly tripped over dread.
There once was a ranch-style abode,
Valued at $340,000, I’m told.
But the owners were greedy,
And priced it quite steeply,
At just under $4 million, so bold.
The Boss praised the star of “The Bear”
For his interpretation so clear
Fans will deeply recognize
The talent that he supplies
A great job, he did cheer
There once was a man named Livelsberger
Who needed to cleanse his mind, so he did confer
In a note he wrote down
Of lives lost and the frown
Of the burden of the lives he took, a true stir.