[2655] The financing gap poem
Posted in Economics, Humor, Poetry on February 5th, 2013 No Comments »
There are Harold and Kumar, after Harrod and Domar, a high rate of development, after a great pot investment.
Posted in Economics, Humor, Poetry on February 5th, 2013 No Comments »
There are Harold and Kumar, after Harrod and Domar, a high rate of development, after a great pot investment.
Posted in Poetry on November 22nd, 2012 1 Comment »
Gobble, gobble, gobble, so loudly at the table! Many thanks for the turkey, and also for the tea!
Posted in Economics, Poetry, Politics & government on November 16th, 2012 No Comments »
It’s above consensus, so says the missus, so shall we pop the champagne, and start with the campaign?
Posted in Conflict & disaster, Humor, Poetry, Politics & government on October 30th, 2012 No Comments »
Sandy, Sandy everywhere, Sandy messes with your hair, Sandy says she’s coming, Sandy sends everyone flying. Sandy crashes into the shore, straight into Jersey Shore, Sandy’s a storm that’s horrible, crossing a show that’s terrible. But what’s the price, of an October Surprise, when everybody expects, what everybody expects?
Posted in Books & printed materials, Poetry on May 12th, 2012 1 Comment »
Up in Washington, he wrote the Lexington, now in the mist, no longer an economist. (Peter David, the Lexington columnist at The Economist, died in a car crash in D.C. yesterday)
Posted in Poetry, Sports on April 22nd, 2012 1 Comment »
While we turn, for Everton, we drink tea, for City!
Posted in Poetry, Politics & government on April 20th, 2012 No Comments »
In the world of the Parliament, and in the business of amendments, they can buy time, with a measly dime.
Posted in Liberty, Poetry on April 5th, 2012 No Comments »
Dancing in the night, in that sexy tight, but watch out for the knights, because they’re uptight
Posted in Poetry, Politics & government, Society on March 21st, 2012 No Comments »
Money, my honey, buys you a pony, and if you’re lucky, it’ll buy you a lackey.
Posted in Humor, Personal, Poetry on March 10th, 2012 No Comments »
Oh singing bird, please let me sleep, anymore I would leap, to throw you some turd.