There has not been a primary so free,
For Democrats in almost twenty,
No incumbent in sight,
No frontrunner’s might,
A true contest for all eyes to see.
There once was a Democrat from New York,
Explaining why Trump’s attacks they do mock.
They keep using the word,
As a line that’s absurd,
Their antics a never-ending stock.
There once was a player named Balogun
Whose ban was on hold, much to everyone’s scorn
FIFA’s committee intervened
And the president did extend
Criticism was widespread, forlorn
There once was an announcement bold
Of tariffs, a story long told
On goods made with forced labor
Countries faced the harsh saber
10% to 12.5% these nations were told
There once were some traders quite wary,
As energy flows were quite scary.
In the Red Sea they feared,
And the war they neared,
Their nerves were all frayed and quite hairy.
There once was a lad named Colt Gray,
At sixteen he pleaded away.
No deal in the mix,
He faced all the tricks,
In court, he had his say that day.
A man in a wheelchair did weep
Struggling ‘cross lanes of traffic deep
Then a spidery hero
In a Jeep, not zero
Came to rescue him from traffic’s sweep.
Last year was the worst for disease,
Measles spread with alarming ease,
Decades had not seen,
Such an outbreak so keen,
Causing worry and fear without cease.
Unlike nearly every other city,
Madison’s police don’t wear a duty,
No uniform for the force,
In this town, it’s the course,
From tradition, they don’t have immunity.
There once was a man feeling grim,
His audience was dull, not a glimmer or glim.
They were bored, not even looking at him,
But he carried on with vigor and vim,
In hopes that their interest would soon begin.