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There once was a man called Vance,
Who El-Sayed thought was a prance,
He called him a weasel,
With words so unpeaceful,
Their feud was like a wild dance.

A data analyst, chief of CNN,
Saw numbers that made him chagrin,
The poll was so grim,
For the president, dim,
These figures were truly a sin.

There once was a barrel discovered,
Memories of the mob era, uncovered.
From the 1940s it began,
It lasted till the 80s, man,
In the city, crime lords maneuvered.

There once was a MAGA leader
Who praised his new press secretary, a breeder
He called her an attorney
But she confessed, contrary
She never passed the bar, a deceiver

There once was a man named Jesse Watters
Said, “Thank God we have more money than they do,
For Republicans, it’s a big hullabaloo
If not, it could be curtains, true
But we’ll prevail, that much is true”

There once was a teacher, so kind
With three students, all in a bind
In a tragic attack
They never came back
Leaving loved ones behind, confined

There once was a man with some lists
His ideas gave no one bliss
On CNN he’d chat
But they were not a fan
His suggestions they all did dismiss

There once were some owls in Manhattan
Who made history with their nesting plan
In a barn they settled down
The first time in the town
A unique event, by expert’s own span.

There once was a president’s claim,
Easy to debunk, what a shame!
With evidence clear,
The truth did appear,
And the falsehood was quickly aflame.

There once was a state with a hitch,
A backlog caused by a software glitch,
Officials were in a fix,
Trying to find a quick fix,
To clear the backlog in a pitch.