So why shouldn’t we join the crowd and rerun ‘the best of Other Side?’ Sometimes when you write these things, you have no idea just how on point they could end up being as reality unfolds and tramples all over editorial whimsy.
Ode to the Budget Trolls; a Variation on Christmas Bells
By Poppy Littleworth Oddfellow
I HEARD the drones at budget time
Their old, familiar verses chime.
They stood to say
You all must pay
To prove you love the chil-der-en!
And thought how, as the days had come,
The belfries of all Brunswickdom
Had rolled along
The unbroken song
Of spending more on chil-der-en!
Till ringing, singing on its way,
The town repeated night and day,
A voice, a plea,
Oh please tax me
For brand new schools for chil-der-en!
Then with a solemn, sudden boom,
A cannon thundered in the room,
In statements read
Faint voices said
This is not for the chil-der-en!
It was as if an earthquake rent
The hearth-stones of a continent,
And made forlorn
The schoolies born
Of spending more on chil-der-en!
And in despair I bowed my head;
"There is a lie in town," I said;
With guile intact,
They hide the fact
This is for women and for men!"
Town Council then gave schoolies cheer:
"Spend what you want, we're standing clear."
The schools you’ll build,
The lilies gild,
"Praise us! We love the chil-der-en!"
It may not be that good; but on the other hand, it could have been verse.
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