There once was a man who liked cops,
He got caught up in a sting, oops!
The sheriff did confide,
He got real close, they tried,
To arrest him, but he just hopped.
There once was a man named Duffy
Who on a Saturday was quite chatty
He said with flair
“They do have access to cash”
And left no one feeling too scruffy.
There once was a judge named John Roberts,
Who criticized Mayor Brandon with no regrets,
For urging students to protest,
He thought it was not the best,
But the Mayor’s stance he did not contest.
There once was a man named Trump,
Whose words made Democrats jump.
“I make me ballroom,
I make you broke,” with gloom,
His eight-word gold caused a big thump.
There once was a man named Trump
Who felt his allies were a chump
Seething with ire
Over their desire
To not join his campaign with a thump.
There once was a case in ’24,
Challenging a mail-order law.
The Supreme Court said nay,
Docs lacked standing to play,
In this legal standing uproar.
Could this be the Antichrist? Who knows?
Carlson pondered in April’s warm glow.
With a hint of a smirk,
He continued his quirk,
Leaving viewers to wonder and suppose.
There once was an airline so stable,
Canceled flights left folks unable,
No customer service in sight,
They vanished into the night,
Leaving travelers feeling so fable.
There once was a coach, Pochettino,
Who asked “Why not? Why not?” in a flow.
With passion and fire,
He aimed to inspire,
To achieve his goals, high and low.
There once were some folks in ICE’s care
Whose fate was unjust and unfair
Their deaths hit a peak
Now the outlook is bleak
As the numbers continue to scare