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I dug up this old poem up that I wrote when one of my favorite National pass times was bit@hing about Alan Greenspan! I think it took 2 glasses of wine to write this one! I have one glass poems, 2 glass poems and 3 glass poems. Written to the tune of the Village Blacksmith. (I had to memorize it in grade school.) I don't know why I ever remembered this, today I can't memorize 4 measures.

Greenie The Weenie
By Kim Doran

Under the spreading Buttonwood Tree,
“Greenie the Weenie” stands.
A mighty man is he,
Though his arms are like rubber bands.

His hair is thin; his face is long, not tan.
His brow is wet from nervous sweat,
He earns what‘er he can.
He looks the whole world in the face,
For, he answers to, not any man.

Week in, week out, from morn night,
You can hear his bellows blow.
I have to keep raising interest rates,
“I must burst this market bubble, you know.”

With all the workers going home,
As jobs there are no more.
But, because of this wealth effect,
I’ll just keep hiking, more and more.

Inverted yield curves, slowing productivity,
And high unemployment rates,
But to start cutting, maybe he was just,
A little bit, too late.

If he just looked thru, those milk bottle bottom glasses, he wears,
To see what lies ahead,
Maybe he could have avoided this crisis,
Before, our economy was dead.

If anyone else screwed up to this degree,
It would have been a sin.
But now he’s done cutting rates,
To end a recession,
He says, we were never in!

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