There once was a live-scroll of strife,
where ceasefire talk wrestled with life;
the miss-iles missed peace,
aid dripped by the piece,
and hope kept buffering like Wi‑Fi.

There once was a senator mid-fight,
Who swore that his vote wasn’t black nor white;
With a palette of views,
He mixed reds with blues—
Saying, “Call it hue process, not left versus right.”

A West Bank report, stark and frank,
Says Israel okayed cash in the bank;
Thirty-seven mil slated,
Seventy sites designated,
To settle the score—peace interest draws blank.

There once was a politics scroll,
Where a flag stole the stage by a pole;
Two suits left the court,
In not-so-brief brief sport,
Seeking public appeal at the polls.

In Boise, the sirens were loud,
By an In-N-Out, fear shook the crowd;
Police said one man
pursued a grim plan—
a single, not Double-Double; three gone, a city bowed.

There once was a headline that read:
“If elected, anti-vax fund,” it said.
He took a sharp jab
At the jab in his gab,
Then added, “Not confirmed yet,” instead.

An Olympian star of the track,
died days after a partner’s attack;
Officials decry,
GBV they can’t deny,
and fast-track a justice comeback.

There once was a D.C. ally’s drawl,
Who boosted Trump’s towering wall;
“Make it taller, go longer,
The nation grows stronger!”
But critics called that borderline off-the-wall.

There once was a hawk from the Palmetto shore,
Who’d caucus then squawk on the Senate floor;
An ally in fights,
on foreign-policy flights,
At seventy-one, headlines hear him no more. (A real Beltway “squawk-us” pun in store.)