There once was a man named Decker
Whose absence caused quite a kerfuffle
He vanished from sight
On that fateful night
Now investigators are in a pickle
There once were some protests in LA,
Over immigration raids, they did sway.
Now the movement’s spread wide,
Across the nation, a tide,
Protesting in their own unique way.
There once was a group, so they say,
Who turned more hawkish one day,
Harry Enten did note,
On the issue they wrote,
In their views they did sway, so they say.
Who gets to tell oppressed how to resist?
Their struggle, their pain, does persist
Their voices should be heard
Not dictated by another’s word
Freedom comes when they make their own twist
There once was a jail with a jeer,
For inhumane conditions appeared clear,
A climate of fear,
Made the inmates shed tears,
This detention facility’s reputation seared.
A president’s dig failed to land,
At his predecessor so grand,
With words sharp and sly,
His attempt went awry,
Leaving him with a weak reprimand.
There once was a woman named Desi
Who teased Rep. Nunn, oh so sassy
She warned of the law
Said Trump might withdraw
In a not-so-“serious” limerick, classy.
There once was a small plane at sea,
Crashed near San Diego, oh me!
Authorities investigate,
As six people’s fate,
Hangs in the balance, oh gee!
There once was a zebra named Ed
In Tennessee, he fled
Aviation crews found him at last
In a pasture, quite a blast
Captured and safe, no longer misled
There once was a senator named Garcia
Who accused Trump in a fiery display
“This is not what we voted for,”
She cried out with a roar
As fairness and justice he did betray.