There once was a place with a notable increase,
In certain areas, the rise did not cease.
The people were wary,
With worries quite scary,
But they tackled the challenge with peace.
There once was a Grizzlies star, so fine,
Who sadly succumbed to the line,
Of heroin and cocaine,
His life was in vain,
A tragedy in sports history’s shrine.
There once was a place with a smell
Neighbors said it was straight from hell
From the funeral home
The odor did roam
A stench that they couldn’t dispel
A ruling from D.C. Circuit, oh so bold,
Says Congress, not Trump, has the hold,
Over changes at the White House,
In a vote two to one, they espouse,
Constitution’s authority, we’re told.
There once was a woman named Tasia
Whose aunt described her with such praise-a
Strong-minded and big-hearted too
Vibrant and lively through and through
In her presence, all fears fade away-a
This land is your land, so grand,
From California to the New York island,
With mountains and valleys so wide,
It fills me with great pride,
This land was made for you and me.
There once was an adviser quite keen
Said July’s job report looks serene
If you leave out the sectors
That are jobless defectors
In the White House, the truth remains unseen
There once was a CNN analyst,
Whose polling data did consist
Of voters who said,
“We don’t like MAGA,” they bled,
Their support, now they do desist.
There once was a judge, Urbanski,
Who ruled with a sense of deep glee,
Confederate names,
Brought Black students shame,
Reinstated, he said, could not be.
There once was a girl who said
“It’s sad that it’s so tackyed up,”
With a sigh and a shake of her head,
She longed for a touch of class,
In a world full of gaudy mass.