'Twas the last trading day before Christmas, and all through the land,
Everyone was still hoping Europe didn’t get out of hand.
The loans had been readied by the old ECB,
and nations lined up to get money for free.
The bulls were all nestled, all smug in their beds,
while visions of QE3 danced in their heads.
With ma in her kerchief and I in my cap,
we’d had about all we could take of this crap.
Then on CNBC there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the couch to see what was the matter,
Ben Benanke was talking, he was building more bubbles!
He just didn’t care about any debt troubles.
He said he could print; that the Fed had more tools,
He said, “We’re not breaking, just bending the rules.”
“When there’s crisis,” he said, “The Fed is your man.”
“No it’s not,” I replied, “You’re just kicking the can!”
But he couldn’t hear me, there on the TV,
Even so, I still added, “Ain’t nothing for free.”
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But the eight-hundredth bailout we’ve seen in four years,
Ben sprang to his press, to his team gave a whistle,
And the money flew out like the down of a thistle.
Then I heard him exclaim, as oil started to spike,
“Merry Christmas to all! And to all a good night!”
I found this poem at Pretzelcharts today (dated Dec 23rd, 2011) and thought I would share it. He is the author. http://pretzelcharts.blogspot.com/
Merry Christmas all!