"Twas the Night Before Inauguration
22/12/08 17:41
‘Twas
the night before Inauguration, and behind velvet
ropes
Change was approaching, accompanied by hope.
The paparazzi polished their lenses with care,
In hopes that Saint Barack soon would be there.
Change was approaching, accompanied by hope.
The paparazzi polished their lenses with care,
In hopes that Saint Barack soon would be there.
'Twas
the Night Before Inauguration
by Geoff Olson
‘Twas the night before inauguaration, and behind velvet ropes
Change was approaching, accompanied by hope.
The paparazzi polished their lenses with care,
In hopes that Saint Barack soon would be there.
The lobbyists were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of native casinos danced in their heads.
And Fed chairman Bernanke, all snug in his cap,
Had just settled his head for a long winter’s nap.
When above the Federal Reserve there arose such a clatter,
Bernanke sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window he flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
Looking up he saw an air force formation
Parachuting in a new administration.
Seeing a slim aerialist, commanding and black,
Bernanke knew in a moment it must be Barack.
More rapid than insurgents, Barack's handlers came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Daschle! Now Donovan! Now Richardson and Geithner!
On, Clinton! On, Emanuel! On, Summers and Gates!
To the broadcasters and blogosphere call!
Now spin away! Spin away! Spin away all!"
Unlike a homeowner prey to a subprime loan-lender
Or a stock market player who’s off on a bender,
Obama’s reign-dears had no interest in blame
Just giving out billions, and more of the same.
And then Bernanke heard a commotion on high,
A noise from the roof he couldn’t deny.
As he drew in his head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Barack came with a bound.
From from his head to his foot he was nattily dressed,
With a CFR button and a shirt neatly pressed.
The bailot bag he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a jewel thief, just opening his pack.
The paper fluttered out in a cascade so merry!
T-Bills that were needed to make Wall Street less scary!
His Keynesian plans were as pure as the snow,
To save Wall Street’s wizards from the free market's blow.
He was lanky and tall, not quite right for an elf,
And Bernanke laughed at this vision, in spite of himself!
A wink of Barack’s eye and a nod of his head,
And the Fed head knew he had nothing to dread.
Barack spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
Filling banker’s stockings, then turned with a jerk.
He had just unfreezed the market, erased all its lows,
And with a “terrorist fist jab”, up the chimney he rose!
He sprang to his airlift, to his team gave a shout,
And his mission of mercy was over and out.
Bernanke heard him exclaim, from above the Rose Garden,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to the bankers a pardon!"
www.geoffolson.com
by Geoff Olson
‘Twas the night before inauguaration, and behind velvet ropes
Change was approaching, accompanied by hope.
The paparazzi polished their lenses with care,
In hopes that Saint Barack soon would be there.
The lobbyists were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of native casinos danced in their heads.
And Fed chairman Bernanke, all snug in his cap,
Had just settled his head for a long winter’s nap.
When above the Federal Reserve there arose such a clatter,
Bernanke sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window he flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
Looking up he saw an air force formation
Parachuting in a new administration.
Seeing a slim aerialist, commanding and black,
Bernanke knew in a moment it must be Barack.
More rapid than insurgents, Barack's handlers came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Daschle! Now Donovan! Now Richardson and Geithner!
On, Clinton! On, Emanuel! On, Summers and Gates!
To the broadcasters and blogosphere call!
Now spin away! Spin away! Spin away all!"
Unlike a homeowner prey to a subprime loan-lender
Or a stock market player who’s off on a bender,
Obama’s reign-dears had no interest in blame
Just giving out billions, and more of the same.
And then Bernanke heard a commotion on high,
A noise from the roof he couldn’t deny.
As he drew in his head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Barack came with a bound.
From from his head to his foot he was nattily dressed,
With a CFR button and a shirt neatly pressed.
The bailot bag he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a jewel thief, just opening his pack.
The paper fluttered out in a cascade so merry!
T-Bills that were needed to make Wall Street less scary!
His Keynesian plans were as pure as the snow,
To save Wall Street’s wizards from the free market's blow.
He was lanky and tall, not quite right for an elf,
And Bernanke laughed at this vision, in spite of himself!
A wink of Barack’s eye and a nod of his head,
And the Fed head knew he had nothing to dread.
Barack spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
Filling banker’s stockings, then turned with a jerk.
He had just unfreezed the market, erased all its lows,
And with a “terrorist fist jab”, up the chimney he rose!
He sprang to his airlift, to his team gave a shout,
And his mission of mercy was over and out.
Bernanke heard him exclaim, from above the Rose Garden,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to the bankers a pardon!"
www.geoffolson.com
