Twere it Twue!

TWAS three weeks before Christmas
when all through the 'Street'
no recovery was stirring,
not even a peep!

The stock market hung
like a dead, bloated cow,
all hope for recovery
dashed on the prow.

I'm guessing our children,
had they been in charge,
would not have accomplished
a debt quite so large.

My mother was clucking,
my father chagrined
that our leaders were napping
while decay had crept in.

When out of the ether
there came many voices
of people who wondered
about OUR bad choices.

"It sprang from our greed,
we believed all their ads!
We had to have everything now,
even ABS!"

Their glistening pocketbooks,
empty and wasting,
gave perspective to folks
once obsessed with their tasting.

When what with our wondering eyes we'd behold,
but the heads of the "big three",
their riches untold.

They came on their jetplanes,
so lively and quick,
to beg for our money.
(It made me quite sick.)

"Go back and be humble!"
Our leaders did scold them,
then promised our money
if they did all they told them.

Away they did fly,
then returned like a bolt
in their shiny, but humbler (and much greener) Volt.

So now they're discussing
their "bankruptcy" choices,
and all the while Joes are left broke, with no voices.

But wait, all you cynics!
Take care and take notice
of all that you've got.
We're richer than Otis!
(Who's Otis? I dunno...he rhymes with notice, though.)

Sometimes we're ungrateful
until it gets harder.
Sometimes it takes miracles
to fill up our larder.

So take what you have
and help someone lower.
Perhaps WE won't need bailouts when it gets colder.

Just friends to look out for us,
friends to look out for,
good neighbors who know what a neighbor is there for.

And I'd just like to say,
(yes, my rhyming's a sight)...

Merry Christmas to all! May we all see the light.

=)