Post by backdoorit on Dec 16, 2011 18:48:30 GMT -5
How about a change this year, In place of Twas the night before a Bohack Butcher XMAS I thought this was a little bit more timely.
Twas The Night Before A Ed Mangano Christmas
Twas The night before Christmas when all through ED’s house
Not a creature was stirring because he laid off the mouse
The pink slips were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that NY state bail-outs would soon be there
The County workers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of keeping their jobs danced in their heads.
And mamma in her “kerchief” and I in my cap
Had barely paid our Christmas bills and needed a nap
When out on the lawn NIFA arose such a clatter
I sprang from the bed turned and on news 12 to see what was the matter
Away to the window I flew like a flash
Tore open the shutter and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of mid-day to the un-plowed streets below
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But ED’s classic corvette pulled by Eleven GOP Legislators dressed as tiny reindeer
With a little old driver, so lively and sweet
I knew in a moment it must be ST. Pete
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
Now Dennis! Now Vincent! Now Norma you Vixen
On Rosie! On Joe! On Howie, those contracts we’ll nix-em.
To the heart of the contract, we’ll nail it to the wall
Now throw away! Throw away, we’ll throw away all.
As trash not picked up before a the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, they blame the other guy,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With a classic Vet full of pink slips and ST. Pete too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The stumbling footsteps and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Stumbling down staircase ST. Pete came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes reeked of used bar rags, ashes and soot
A bundle of concessions he had flung on his back
And he looked like a cheap Mangano Policy peddler when he opened his sack.
His eyes all bloodshot and oh how they twinkled, his dimples how merry.
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow
As he ripped up another union contract yelling HO HO HO.
The stump of a stirrer he held tight in his teeth
And the smell hops, barley and yeast encircled his head like a wreath
He had a broad face and a little round belly
That shook when he laughed like a bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump a right tipsy old elf
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself
With a wink of his un-focusing eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know loss of my job I should dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work
He filled the stockings with concessions and givebacks, and then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside his red nose
And giving a belch, up the chimney he rose .
He stumbled to ED’s Vet, to his team gave a sneer
And away they all flew like blowing the head off a beer.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he erratically drove out of sight,
If you still have your job Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
Twas The Night Before A Ed Mangano Christmas
Twas The night before Christmas when all through ED’s house
Not a creature was stirring because he laid off the mouse
The pink slips were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that NY state bail-outs would soon be there
The County workers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of keeping their jobs danced in their heads.
And mamma in her “kerchief” and I in my cap
Had barely paid our Christmas bills and needed a nap
When out on the lawn NIFA arose such a clatter
I sprang from the bed turned and on news 12 to see what was the matter
Away to the window I flew like a flash
Tore open the shutter and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of mid-day to the un-plowed streets below
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But ED’s classic corvette pulled by Eleven GOP Legislators dressed as tiny reindeer
With a little old driver, so lively and sweet
I knew in a moment it must be ST. Pete
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
Now Dennis! Now Vincent! Now Norma you Vixen
On Rosie! On Joe! On Howie, those contracts we’ll nix-em.
To the heart of the contract, we’ll nail it to the wall
Now throw away! Throw away, we’ll throw away all.
As trash not picked up before a the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, they blame the other guy,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With a classic Vet full of pink slips and ST. Pete too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The stumbling footsteps and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Stumbling down staircase ST. Pete came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes reeked of used bar rags, ashes and soot
A bundle of concessions he had flung on his back
And he looked like a cheap Mangano Policy peddler when he opened his sack.
His eyes all bloodshot and oh how they twinkled, his dimples how merry.
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow
As he ripped up another union contract yelling HO HO HO.
The stump of a stirrer he held tight in his teeth
And the smell hops, barley and yeast encircled his head like a wreath
He had a broad face and a little round belly
That shook when he laughed like a bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump a right tipsy old elf
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself
With a wink of his un-focusing eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know loss of my job I should dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work
He filled the stockings with concessions and givebacks, and then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside his red nose
And giving a belch, up the chimney he rose .
He stumbled to ED’s Vet, to his team gave a sneer
And away they all flew like blowing the head off a beer.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he erratically drove out of sight,
If you still have your job Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
