From one of the LONGSHOREMEN, a Gent:
Twas the night before valuations
And all through the board
The excited longshoremen considered the horde
Of Fort a la Corne diamonds buried deep in the earth
Whose net present value would soon deliver much mirth
Nopoo at his keyboard; Shorething at his calculator
Had decided for now not to bicker 'till later
When down at the TSE there arose such a clatter
They all rushed to Stockhouse to see what was the matter
They punched in their passwords and "SGF" they were typing
Their brokers couldn't steer them to other plays they were hyping
Their monitors hummed and cast off a glow
Of rising bids making gains leaving the shorters below
And what to their wondering eyes should appear
But President Bush, with beady eyes bulging in fear
His forehead perspired, and he shook at the knees
Poor Bushie was caught in a classic short squeeze
He closed out his play with tears in his eyes
And called out in anger to those he despised:
Rats! Bro and Jesk, and Grouchos and Crocky
GoldenClaude and Halcrow, Dsel and Oldduffer,
Sonny, Piskota, Otherwiser and Gilver,
And so many others to numerous to name
Who were all a little too smart to play Bushie's game
Then just as he headed back to his wee slimy hole
He turned back his head (which looked a bit like a mole)
And said before he slinked away and out of sight
"I guess I was wrong, and you were all right".
Good luck to all you stalwart longs ...
Gent
