A family so dear to us, said a relative with no fuss,
Son, father, all of them with such trust,
In their hearts, love never rust,
Forever in our memories they’ll adjust,
In our hearts, they will always be a must.
There once was a cop named Hodges
Nearly crushed in a doorway by lodges
MAGA supporters came near
Filled the officer with fear
In the chaos of Capitol’s dodges
There once was a man named Trump’s grace,
At Walter Reed, his third visit to the place,
He said with a grin,
“All is well within,”
His health, he claimed, was not a race.
There once was a warning from Trump,
Claiming Cuba was next to jump.
Maduro was caught,
In a raid that he fought,
Now Cuba must brace for a thump.
There once was an editor named Marcia,
Her work on films was a true saga,
With George Lucas she did collaborate,
On movies that were truly great,
Her talent shines bright like a supernova.
There once was a man named Kenneth Law,
Accused of selling substances outlaw.
Online operation
Caused a sensation,
For those who used them to escape life’s gnaw.
There’s a place where the sun’s rays align,
In Manhattan, a sight quite divine,
Twice a year it’s a treat,
As the sun’s setting heat,
Framed by skyscrapers, it’s truly a sign.
There once was a singer dismayed,
At a nonpartisan event he played,
But it all was in vain,
As politics caused him pain,
His hopes and expectations were betrayed.
There once was a White House so grand,
With an East Wing that slipped from its hand.
Now a fighting ring stands,
For Trump’s latest plans,
In a presidency that’s hard to understand.
There once was a host from a cast
Who argued his point very fast
Calling her spouse
An “ugly f**k” in their house
Was deemed as too violent to last