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There once was a man named Mamdani,
Met Trump and Obama with glee,
Discussed New York City’s plight,
In the White House so bright,
Working to make the city free.

There once was a man named Rogan
Whose White House visit was foregone
Though critical of Trump
He found his way back to the stump
For his loyalty, he’ll always be drawn

In Olmsted County, Minnesota, so fair,
Sheriff’s officials said, “Tornadoes were there.”
They caused “multiple levels”
Of damage, like devils,
Leaving chaos and destruction in the air.

There once was a meeting quite productive
At the White House, how instructive
They talked and they smiled
Their efforts compiled
In a manner truly quite seductive

There once was a boy named Etan Patz
Whose case led to multiple trials, in fact
The judge refused a dismissal
And now there’s potential for another dismissal
The truth will hopefully come to light, that’s that

There once was a man named Duran,
Whose fate was held in a judge’s hand.
For tossing a cooler,
At a fleeing wrongdoer,
He’s free while his case is still planned.

There once was a senior named Isaac,
At California State, he was quite a crack.
Blinded by police,
His pain did not cease,
A tragedy that he could not backtrack.

There once was a man named Cobb,
Who was worried about the mob,
Using incapacity,
To change their audacity,
He hoped they wouldn’t rob.

There once was a market on fire
U.S. stocks were rising up higher
Three weeks of great gains
No sign of the strains
Investors were filled with desire

There once was a rock legend’s nest
For only a small price to invest
Five bedrooms did it feature
Before Beatlemania’s seizure
In September ’63, he was their guest.