There once was a man with a gun,
Looking to cause trouble for fun.
But the Border Patrol fought,
And the trouble he sought,
Came back to him when all was said and done.
My brother is, my hero so dear,
Micayla wrote, shedding a tear.
A tribute so sweet,
His presence so complete,
In Minneapolis, he shines like a seer.
There once were two officers so bold,
One fired his Glock, we are told,
The other shot his gun,
In the line of duty, not for fun,
Their actions in a report were enrolled.
There once was a man from Arizona
Who shot at a chopper, oh what a drama
Fleeing from the scene
He was very mean
But justice will catch him, panorama
There once was a minister from Ecuador
Who protested against U.S. with fervor
He filed a complaint
At the embassy’s gate
In a diplomatic uproar.
There once was a man in a pack,
The audience cheered as he was pinned down,
With his arms tied behind his back,
He struggled and fought,
But his fate was sealed with a crack.
There once was a group of tech workers
Whose bosses were seen as mere shirkers
They wanted them to speak out
On issues, without a doubt
To address what they saw as big markers
There once was a president true
Who spun tales long overdue
With a twist in his speech
He reached out to teach
His classic anecdotes anew
There once were some pols from Italy
Who slammed ICE quite bitterly
They said US’s image was smeared
By the agency; they feared
Their criticism was harsh and not pretty
There once was a man named Trump
Whose presidency took a big thump
CNN’s data chief did proclaim
It was one thing to blame
Now his future looks rather glum