Bail-Outs

[mathpol]

‘Twas The Night Before Bail-Outs

by Gregory Bachelis, aka mathpol

‘Twas the night before bail-outs, and all through the nation

Not a business was stirring, not large corporations

Their requests had been sent to Congress with care

In hopes that Pelosi, or Reid, would give them a share

The CEO’s had their hopes set on the Fed

And visions of bonuses danced in their heads

I was at home, full of hope and wonder

At the thought of big companies not going under.

Then out on the street there arose such a clatter,

I looked out the window to see what was the matter.

On the street was a hay wagon, making its way

Not the usual wagon, filled with bales of hay.

No, this one, (and I know this sounds funny),

Was filled instead with bales full of money.

With a very old driver, so morose and deadpan,

That I knew in a flash it was Alan Greenspan

There was a small note, stuck to each cash bale

With the name of a company too big to fail.

His wagon was drawn by eight sleek mega-bucks

And he shouted their names as he whipped their buttocks

“Now Paulson, Bernanke, Now Rubin and Volcker

On Krugman, On Samuelson, Kudlow and Cramer,

To the next company’s holiday retreat!

So I can deposit a bale at the revelers’ feet"

And so the wagon continued on,

Until the last bail-out bales were gone.

Greenspan then to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

And as they flew way up into the sky,

Alan cried, “I must see Ayn Rand one more time ‘fore I die.”

And I heard him exclaim as they flew into the night

"Happy bail-outs to all, and to none, oversight!"

[hermetic]

1. That's very good

Well done!