my new favorite poem.

[starcrafttom]

Author Unknown!

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> Twas the night before Christmas, and next to the Sound
> The streets were still frozen, with snow on the ground
> The Greyhounds quit running, no matter what fare
> And the garbage men said they couldn't be there;
> The children were driving Queen Anne in their sleds
> While roofs were collapsing on old people's heads
> And mamma in her boots and I in my cap,
> Were stuck in the snow, it was such a trap,
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> When at the Home Depot there arose such a clatter,
> I left my car there to see what was the matter.
> A group of sad souls was waving their cash
> They couldn't buy shovels, they were gone in a flash.
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> The tires were spinning and just couldn't go
> And chains lay broken in old dirty snow
> Then what did my eyes look over and see?
> Eight representatives of SDOT
> With a politician so lively and quick
> I knew in a moment it was Mayor Nick.
> More rapid than gun bans his excuses came,
> To save our environment the roads stay the same,
> On Broadway! On Boren! On Yesler and Denny!
> To clear off these roads would cost such a penny!
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> A Sliding down Thomas and over the wall!
> The busses hung over and ready to fall!
> He still insisted it wasn't his fault
> As the world's greenest mayor, he couldn't use salt
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> So snowy Seattle continued to stew
> And Mayor St. Nick did not have a clue.
> Then later that morning, I heard on the set
> That people got sick while de-icing a jet
> And that others couldn't get on the ferry
> And the city had decided to close down Cherry.
> And an accident closed the I-90 bridge,
> And that people couldn't drive up on Phinney Ridge.
> That shovels, and salt had just flown off the shelf,
> And I laughed when I heard it in spite of myself;
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> A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
> He tried to convey we had nothing to dread;
> He spoke many words, but did little work,
> I knew that I never would vote for this jerk.
> And thumbing his nose at his citizens woes,
> He arrogantly walked on the path that he chose.
> He went to his limo and refused to yield,
> And left to get solar panels placed on Qwest Field.
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> But I heard him exclaim, as he skidded past me
> Happy Christmas to all, and I give it a "B"

[jennykatz]

Great poem made my morning thanks

[Will-C]

Tommy not to find fault, but if St. Nick did not want to use salt.
he could of used sand to give the motorists a hand.
I hope the next time they vote; they need to turn ole St Nick to toast


D.D.

[marvin4239]

I awoke kind of sniveling about our weather and this poem made me so greatful to live in the FL. I spent my last winter (7 yrs ago) working in New Hampshire you have my sympathy. I've got a snow shovel I'll never use again if any one wants it I'll send it to ya. Nobody around here knows what it is anyway.

[starcrafttom]

DD. Sand does not melt ice, it just silts up fish bearing streams.( side note- I am sure fish bear fish not streams, by hey what do I know) but salt run off into salt water does nothing. Hell salt run off in to large bodies of freash water does almost nothing. Another case of bad science and politics.

[B~C]

great poem...speaking of fish bears, it must be time for this again
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VZHOKI-j5NY

[patrick and linda]

thomas,
enjoyed the poem.
thought i'd throw in a toast, kind of poem, that i've used many times!

there are tall ships,
there are long ships,
there are ships
that go out to sea,
but the best ship,
is friendship,
that lasts eternity.

best regards
pat

[Pandy Girl]

Hi Pat & Linda
That is very good, We met that Ship at Lankford Bay Md. with yall and will never be forgoten.
Jim

[Chester]

Anchored

Our anchor's too big for our ship,
So we're sittin' here tryin' to think.
If we leave it behind we'll be lost.
If we haul it aboard, we will sink.
If we sit and keep talking about it ,
It will soon be too late for our trip.
It sure can be rough on a sailor
When the anchor's too big for the ship.

Shel Silverstein