Fiscal Cliff

Await that dreaded hour in fear

That hour of twelve long bells
Each in your own private hells

At midnight cometh the long drop

Millions to vanish, all in a jiff
The dark hour of Fiscal Cliff

He does not stalk all alone
But struts boldly down the street
Beside that villain Pecuniary Pete

He laughs at our futile abacus

At our whimper, tear and sniff
That swarthy spiv, deadly Fiscal Cliff

Martin Delemare
2^nd January 2013