HOW THE BARD SEES TWENTY TWENTY

TWENTY TWENTY

Our eyesight norm sees twenty-twenty,

Of resources, we have plenty-plenty,

Yet myopic Pols in spendthrift form

Now view the till on empty-empty:

Link power a software-fatigue tale,

Bad vibrations! Ferries fail to sail,

FooteBall games. The Recycle waste!

Rare Physicians, Deferred oil revenue? - Leaders flail.

Twenty twenty sees ‘stay-the-course’

More budget-bluff without remorse,

Committees struck to numb the truth.

Perhaps the banks will thrift enforce?

There’s no going back, the deeds are done, The Muskrats spent, debts being run - Independence! It was once a dream! - The bills to pay by grandson’s son.

We bitch and moan: we’re poorly led,

Still, most of folks are safe and fed.

Voters polled with vision lulled,

In hindsight’s eye - we’ve made our bed.

Next, mitigate the electric rate:

More boondoggles to be our fate.

'The Premier' asks our trust, - HOOOO Ooo - He'll straighten the financial state!!!!

BUT, have a great twenty twenty
With health and malts for joyful fete.

John Tuach

Pynn’s Brook

December 21, 2019