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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.

There once was a White House quite cringe,
Critics’ words made it feel like a binge,
They accused it of flaws,
And a terrible cause,
Leaving the president feeling a twinge.

There once was a place with strange vibes,
North Korea, commenters describe,
On social media they cried,
A limerick they tried,
To capture the essence of lies.

There once was a man named Trump,
Whose son’s popularity did jump,
CNN’s analyst said,
Support for him spread,
As a possible heir began to thump.

There once was a jump in oil price,
Worsening inflation – not nice,
It had been on the mend,
But prices did ascend,
Economists were caught by surprise.

There once was a man, Rushdie by name
Whose body had wounds, all the same
He testified true
Of his body’s debut
But his aim or ambition, he did not proclaim.

There once was a man named Rivera,
Who called out the BS of a naysayer.
“If they can’t answer that question,
Then everything else is a confession,”
He quipped on a Wednesday, a true player.

There once was a man named Vance Boelter,
Guilty of crimes that made everyone falter,
He killed the Speaker and spouse,
Shot a senator in his house,
Now locked up, his fate set to alter.