There once was a gal named Missy
Who pleaded guilty and felt quite pissy
For perjury and forgery she was to blame
And cybercrime added to her shame
Now she’s facing the consequences risky
Two brothers faced the board with some fear,
In March 2027, they’ll reappear,
After an early hearing,
Their fate now is clearing,
Parole may soon draw near, so near.
There once was a man named Havas
Who got into quite a fracas
He faced charges of assault
And caused quite a tumult
But he pleaded not guilty, alas
There once was a decline in interest,
In high-income countries, it did persist,
Test scores were plunging,
School systems were struggling,
Their troubles could not be addressed.
There once was a case without end,
Clancy’s fate the jury would tend.
A mistrial was called,
Verdict stalled, justice stalled,
For the death of her children, hearts rend.
There once was a man named Rove,
Who warned the Republicans to not strove,
To center their campaigns on Trump,
Lest their chances take a thump,
In the midterm elections they drove.
There once was a son-in-law, bold,
Who flaunted his record, we’re told,
In negotiations quite grand,
For Russia and Ukraine’s land,
In defense, his story was sold.
There once was a prez with a boast,
Promoting a mortgage grandiose,
But the ad had a flaw,
No disclaimer at all,
Now the critics make noise and compose.
There once was a man named Alex Plitsas
Who criticized Steve Witkoff with sass
For thanking Putin in a silly faux pas
He said, “These stories are not a good cause”
A limerick about this he could pass
There once was a claim at a hearing,
Of abuse by a coach endearing.
But now it’s recanted,
The story is slanted,
The truth may be disappearing.