Monday, August 29, 2011
Irene’s wiped out bridges and road in her wake;
Caused death and destruction and lots of heartache.
The lesson that’s learned on this wet Monday morn
Is that there is no fury, like a woman who’s scorned.
The story of short sales and banks is confusing
The banks have to win while the homeowner’s losing.
They made the bad loans, but their actions are numbing;
As they won’t lift a hand ‘til the payments stop coming.
This week fans of tennis all will be rushing
To take in the Open at the meadows in Flushing.
But the game’s in decline for U.S. women and men,
There’s only one player in both ranking’s top ten.
What a joy to see baseball played like a game;
No contracts, no hold outs, no unions to blame.
The joy of just playing, the tears and the smiles;
The Little League game beats ‘the bigs’ by a mile.
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