A Christmas Nightmare

'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the Capital
Not a creature was stirring, having abandoned the battle;
The posturing had been made while walking on eggs,
As the Congressmen in a hurry packed their bags ;

They promised a  deal,
But instead slipped on a peel.
So mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Decided to down a fifth before taking a nap,

When all of a sudden we heard a great clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
I looked out the window and knew in a flash,
The fiscal cliff was ahead and soon we would crash.

The rumble it seems was only St. Nicholas,
Who came to proclaim Boehner an ass,
Who would see the light before New Year

And join Obama in a beer.

My poetry is a fright,
But Merry  Christmas to all and to all a good fight!


Charles Leck said...

Good thoughts, but, perhaps, I'd refrain from poetry if I were you.
Merry Christmas to you, too, Tony.

Tony Rugare said...

I agree. I added a line which at the end which should make it more palatable.