'Twas quite the sight before Christmas: (with apologies to Clement Clarke Moore).
'Twas quite a sight before Christmas, when all through the land not a creature was moving, not even a man Ducks once thought alive, had fast become stuck because seeking a rest they all landed in muck. The politicians of Alberta lay snug in their beds while visions of royalties danced in their heads Harper in his hockey shirt, and Redford in her suit Had portraits well placed. How very astute. From Athabasca arose news with such a huge clatter I sprang from the couch to see what was the matter. Found the TV remote, turned it on with a pop Slapped myself on the head and felt my jaw drop. The moon on the sheen of the newly-spewn tailing gave a lustre of oil to all that was ailing Because to my horror-stricken eyes did befall A sludge-covered sleigh and eight tiny reindeer beginning to bawl. With a gentle old driver, who must have been Nick, Things couldn't have been good in that horrid arsenic. More scathing than a volcano his curses they came and he shouted at Alberta and called it vile names. You blackguards! You fools! You greedy self-serving tools! Poor Comet! Poor Vixen! You've killed them all! Even Blitzen! From the top of the land To the bottom of the world How will I ever bring Christmas To each boy and girl? Then in a twinkling of an eye, a wondrous sight did appear There were searchlights and a helicopter And wait -- Al Gore in the rear. Up Dasher! Up Dancer! Hold on, Prancer and Vixen. C'mon Comet! Up Cupid! Don't despair Donner and Blitzen! From the bottom of the machine A long harness did fall To the surface of the pond Come to rescue them all. The moonlight combined with the oil-covered snow gave a glow to the scene that was happening below -- That smart Mr. Gore, so lively and quick Dragged them out one by one, even tubby old Nick. Gore sprang to the cabin, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he flew out of sight, Darn inconvenient it all was, but never give up the fight. Merry Christmas!
- C.P. Weary is a Kitchener-based writer who pens a humourous column about current affairs. Comments are welcome at: firstname.lastname@example.org. Visit www.soweary.com.
[c] Copyright 2011 C.P.Weary.
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|Title Annotation:||The Scoop|
|Publication:||Paris Chronicle (Paris, Canada)|
|Date:||Dec 21, 2011|
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