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A pontiff once visited with grace,
Left a fresco in his sacred place,
Depicting him in prayer,
On the basilica’s upper stair,
A sign of his devotion’s embrace.

There once was a woman named Corie,
Charged with murder most gory,
Her son found dead in the home,
She now faces time all alone,
In court, her fate will tell her story.

There once was a cargo jet so grand,
Off a Miami runway, it did land,
Investigators sought the reason,
For its off-course treason,
At Amazon’s command it did strand.

There once was a president bold,
Who shared a map, so we’re told,
On Truth Social’s screen,
Stars and stripes were seen,
Covering the continent’s fold.

There once was a man named Rick Wilson
Who found the White House atmosphere thrilling
He called it delicious
And palpable, auspicious
In fear, Trump’s staff was left reeling

He also claimed U.S. ownership of the moon,
But that idea would end soon,
For space is a realm free and vast,
Not something to own and cast,
So the claim was dismissed at noon.

There once was a man named Frank Kendall
Asked what he would do, he did tell
If still in the job today
He had much to say
To Martha Raddatz, he bid farewell

There once was a minister named Reynolds,
Who condemned protesters in Portsmouth towns,
They blocked all the streets,
To stop migrants’ meets,
But Emma was not backing down.

There once was a president bold,
Who wanted the Space Force to be told,
Their uniforms should be fine,
But the design was out of line,
Now the image has left many cold.

There once was a gas price so high,
For Labor Day, it reached to the sky,
At $4.14 a gallon,
It made wallets feel solemn,
As drivers let out a big sigh.