Oh, Oh, Look What's Coming

Well, the new year clearly is nigh,
Carols in stores will take a bye.
Why Two Kay's tale now gets more ripe,
Is't a crisis or so much hype?

Back East folks report their phone bills
Came with a date as old as the hills -
One nine oh oh, just to be clear.
Did their postman stop off for beer?

Doubtless we'll hear more such mistakes,
E'en some dimes or quarters are fakes.
Course, that's all in Boston or Maine,
Chillier spots and less urbane.

Happy for us, the real bad stuff
Skips o'er our home, here on the bluff.
Some cares we've got, but they're locals,
And we'll prevail, we're not yokels.

Town hall still lacks vending of food,
But Rich Bloom will sure save his brood.
Council meetings won't last so late,
New mayor's clock stops sharp at eight.

Solar Web we'll place in the sun,
Clothes dryer for folks who have none.
Wisdom will spring from a new fount,
Soon's School Board learns how to count.

Some signboards will fall, they can't win;
Arches golden may lose their twin.
Then hope your car needs no repair,
If it sits home, parking's no care.

All seems to be well, we're relieved,
Save that Ye Ed is quite aggrieved:
Count no man safe from the meanies,
Soon he'll get no more l'il beanies.

Sciaticus (copyright 1999 A.D.).