There once was a rock legend, in fact,
Who flipped the president’s slogan on its head in a track.
With a guitar in hand,
He took a bold stand,
And rocked out with political flack.
There once was a man named Trump,
Who made the local police jump.
Crime went down with a thump,
Suddenly, he got a big bump,
In praise for his crime-fighting hump.
There once was a governor so bold,
Who on social media extolled,
He carpet-bombed MAGA,
With posts full of saga,
His words like thunder did scold.
There once was a man from the States,
Who saw prices rise at a fast pace.
American consumers felt the squeeze,
As expenses climbed with such ease.
Higher costs put a frown on their face.
A professor of political science
Explained Trump’s tactic with insistence
Inserting Black women in view
Was a move he carefully drew
A deliberate and calculated instance
There once was a group on patrol
Addressing violations their goal
Immigration laws they’d uphold
Their actions they did not withhold
Unapologetically, they strolled
There once was a man named Tom Homan
Who wanted to enforce laws in the open
He targeted cities that were a sanctuary
But faced pushback quite contrary
For immigrants, the future looked frozen
There once was a man named Jim O’Neill
To replace Monarez was the deal
She was removed with a frown
Just a month in the crown
White House changes, oh what a spiel!
A locked door, a key to the church,
Saved lives of those left in the lurch.
Authorities said, with a sigh,
Safety measures kept death at bay,
Locked door, a key to the church.
There once were some folks in a bind,
Facing felonies, out of their mind.
Could have been misdemeanors,
Now looking at years,
In city court, trouble they find.