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There once was a suspect, they say,
Had a connection in church, so they say.
The police are on track,
To bring him right back,
For a crime committed that day.

There once was an industry in a bind
Struggling to recruit staff of any kind
Now they face a new trouble
Causing their plans to double
In the quest for workers, they’re behind

There once was a lodge at the Park
Consumed by a blaze after dark
The flames burned so bright
An unforgettable sight
Leaving only ashes and stark

There once was a president in a fit,
His attempt to calm down his base did not hit,
Backlash only intensified,
His supporters were not mollified,
In the end, he was left in the pit.

There once was a president bold,
Who claimed titles he proudly told,
But critics weren’t convinced,
And their doubts haven’t since mince,
His championship story they scold.

Former press aide named Sarah Matthews
Predicted Trump’s controversial tactics
To change up the news
And give others the blues
With methods that are quite dramatic

There once was a post quite vile
On Sesame Street’s account, with guile
It went viral, oh no
But was taken down, just so
Horrific, yet only a short while

There once was a county called Kerr
Where 160 folks did disappear
Authorities search
For those left in a lurch
Hoping to find them all clear.

There once was a daughter-in-law
Who used her questions to praise Trump
With flattery, she’d never withdraw
Her loyalty, she’d never dump
For the president, she’d stand tall and raw

There once was a billionaire ill
Who said, “That’s not the way to win. It’s just not!” with a chill
He sought a new scheme
To fulfill his grand dream
But his tactics were met with a shrill