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A mistrial was called by the judge,
Jurors’ impasse did not budge,
Deliberating in vain,
No verdict could they obtain,
A hung jury, no one could judge.

There once was a senator named Cass,
Who pondered on Medicare en masse,
He questioned if they could cut,
Then quickly changed his gut,
Saying reform was the best pass.

There once was a girl named Pattie Boyd
Whose inclusion in a film was void
She questioned her fate
In the movies so great
About the Fab Four she was annoyed

There once were reports of dismay
Of people detained and held at bay
Their rights being stripped away
Attorneys cry foul play
Global concerns raised, come what may

There once was a chain known for wings,
And “Hooters Girls” who wore shiny rings,
But facing tough times,
With rising food prices,
Their troubles, customers bring.

A local GOP official claimed
That Rep. Mickelsen was framed
For hiring illegals
She denied the allegations
And fought to clear her good name

There once was a man named Waltz
With secrets he couldn’t exalt
He used email to chat
About matters that were flat
Now his actions have dealt quite a jolt

A congresswoman once made a blunder
Said, “I may have misinterpreted that, I wonder”
Apologizing with grace
For her mistake in the race
Informed of her error, she did ponder

There once was a man from the city,
Locked up by his stepmom, oh what pity,
He set the house ablaze,
In a desperate craze,
For freedom, he was feeling so gritty.

There once was a rapper so bold,
Who discussed his award show scold,
In a barbershop chat,
On his new album spat,
His story in verses foretold.