A Poem, by Clement Clarke Moore*
'Twas the night before New Years
And all through the County
The legislators were huddled
Counting their bounty
The pay hike went through
Nigh, Christmas Eve
In the hopes that residents
Would never believe
While the voters all worried
As their taxes did rise
We just couldn't believe
It was quite a surprise
They had kept it real quiet
Would not confim or deny
Even Talespin was fooled
By the pigs in their sty
With the meeting near over
They called the last vote
With the chamber near empty
No one took note
Then what to our wondering
Eyes did appear
But a man at the podium
With a smile so dear
With a twinkle in his eye
He had brokered the deal
And with that bald head
It must be Saint Neil
More rapid than eagles
the votes they now came
He looked at the roll
And called them by name
Monahan and Mirch
O'Brien and Wright
They all voted yes
It was quite a great sight
Dedrick and Durkee said yes
VanDeusen did too
With Stammel and Swartz
Whom nobody knew
Herrington and Hammond
Bauer and Reid
All went along
Blessing the deed
Next, Salisbury and Walsh
Brearton, McHugh
With their snouts in our wallets
They made quite a crew
Finally Brownell
He was there too
They bent us right over
A real pretty view
Then Saint Neil turned around
And pulled out his list
Lets not forget Kathy
And good old Rich Crist
Excuses were found
When the press called for quotes
They weren't really good
Lets just hope that one floats
It's been seventeen years
Since we had such a treat
With our taxes so high
We can't make ends meet
They prayed for a miracle
As they sat down in Church
No three jobs for them
They can't all be Bob Mirch
Then we heard them exclaim
As they drove out of sight
Good government marches on
Just not tonight
* The Night Before New Years may be reprinted or performed in public with the permission of the author.
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