BlabberMouth, a Blabber Odyssey
Member # 1659
posted December 24, 2012 10:30
T'was the day before Christmas and all through the Capital not a salon was stirring not even their pages. They had all gone home to seek friendly faces.
But what did they find, it depends on the district, some voters say the're right some say they are amiss. Some are on the right some are on the left, both claim the other is driving towards the abyss.
The market is trading, however every one is scared, no one knows how this will turn out. Are we all lemmings waiting to fall? Should I buy, should I sell, or should we all turn and run like hell.
I must credit Songwriter: Sondheim, Stephen
Don't you love farce?
My fault, I fear.
I thought that you'd want what I want...
Sorry, my dear!
And where are the clowns
Send in the clowns
Don't bother, they're here.
Isn't it rich?
Isn't it queer?
Losing my timing this late in my career.
And where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns...
Well, maybe next year.
If it don't glow it ain't Ham Radio
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