There once was a man named Nick Reiner
Who killed his parents, it couldn’t be plainer
Rob Reiner and Michele Singer
With a crime that did linger
Their deaths brought much pain and disdainer
Authorities hope for a break
Images may give clues, for sake
They aim to track down
A suspect, not clown
New tips could the case undertake
There once was a star named Goldberg
In Reiner’s film she did a great job
She laid into the president
His wild message, discontent
In “Ghosts of Mississippi,” she was no slob
There once was a newsman who’d say,
“I’m glad that you’re okay.
Thanks for sticking around,
To talk, I’m quite proud,
My dear son, let’s chat through the day.”
There once was a man named Nick Reiner,
Held on bail for four million; a real stainer.
He awaits his fate,
In a state of great weight,
Hoping for freedom, a possible gainer.
There once was a director from LA
Whose death caused great dismay
He and his wife were found dead
In their home, it is said
Just less than a day away
There once was a group with a plan,
To bomb in Southern Cali began,
Federal authorities found,
Their plot on the ground,
And stopped them before they began.
There once was a site with much to say
Providing news in a swift way
For headlines so grand
You can follow the band
And stay informed without delay
There once was a president bold
Who fawned over a woman, we’re told
She looked like his daughter
At the Christmas quarter
The speech was not merry, but cold