In Olmsted County, Minnesota, so fair,
Sheriff’s officials said, “Tornadoes were there.”
They caused “multiple levels”
Of damage, like devils,
Leaving chaos and destruction in the air.
There once was a meeting quite productive
At the White House, how instructive
They talked and they smiled
Their efforts compiled
In a manner truly quite seductive
There once was a boy named Etan Patz
Whose case led to multiple trials, in fact
The judge refused a dismissal
And now there’s potential for another dismissal
The truth will hopefully come to light, that’s that
There once was a man named Duran,
Whose fate was held in a judge’s hand.
For tossing a cooler,
At a fleeing wrongdoer,
He’s free while his case is still planned.
There once was a senior named Isaac,
At California State, he was quite a crack.
Blinded by police,
His pain did not cease,
A tragedy that he could not backtrack.
There once was a man named Cobb,
Who was worried about the mob,
Using incapacity,
To change their audacity,
He hoped they wouldn’t rob.
There once was a market on fire
U.S. stocks were rising up higher
Three weeks of great gains
No sign of the strains
Investors were filled with desire
There once was a rock legend’s nest
For only a small price to invest
Five bedrooms did it feature
Before Beatlemania’s seizure
In September ’63, he was their guest.
There once was a president who said,
“We do things in politics with dread.
They’re a bit embarrassing,
But it’s all in the pledging,
To lead our country ahead.”
There once was a MAGA leader so bold,
Who insulted pundits with words so cold.
Megyn, Candace, and Jones,
Received harsh verbal blows,
From a man whose manners were sold.