Poem of the day
Martin Dickson wins the day with his fabulous tale of bankster excess, in rhyming couplets no less. Go read the whole thing, but here’s a taster:
Exuberant beyond all reason
(For this or any other season)
Fired up by dreams of starter castles,
Sardinian yachts and vineyard parcels,
They built themselves a strange device –
A ticking bomb, to be precise.
The trouble was they did not know,
It was a bomb ’twas ticking so.
They thought it merely marked the beat
That called them to stay on their feet
And dance away – to really bop –
To music that would never stop.
Now, if only someone would make a YouTube video of this, complete with music and visuals.
(HT: Daniel Lippman)