December, 2002

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Goliard Xmas 2002

'Twas the night before deadline
In the Goliard news room
And not a creature was sober 
Not even the broom

Well the Movieman was
but he was nowhere to be found
Probably sneaking into films
Or simply lurking around

But the Bookwoman wasn't
Up on some faraway stage
Out working the pole 
Instead of home turning a page

The Snapper may have been sober 
But he is out on the beat 
Instead of in the staff kitchen
Tending the meat

And from Our Man in the Field 
We haven't heard in awhile
Perhaps seduced by the orient 
Or yodeling off down the Nile

And although their memory lingers 
The Atwaters aren't here
One is on to new projects
The other home drinking beer

And even Jeff Chazire
Stopped darkening our doors 
Opting for wood working classes 
And ripping out his old floors

Piolline might have shown up
Except he is not his own man 
And whoever is calling the shots 
Just isn't a fan

And John Rose can't be here
Because that's not part of the story 
He's off touring the country
And writing a mystery 

And La Ella Caliente 
No está aqui "lo siento 
Pero mi vida loca 
Ahora es mi vida trabajo"

And where is the new gal
the editor Slanski?
probably off on some junket
or secret romanski

So we're left in the newsroom
To face this deadline alone
With no help through the mail 
No one calling by phone

But isn't that the season?
Everyone is so busy
Schlepping, shopping and wrapping
Running round town in a tizzy

It seems to the Goliard
That during this time of year 
One should take the time to relax 
and sip on a beer

Spend a few moments reflecting
Upon the year that is ending
Put the feet up on the desk
Think what fences need mending

Well that's quite enough of that
Let's leave pondering to the masses 
For here at the Goliard
We must get up off our asses

The holiday issues incomplete 
and long overdue 
With nary a &%#$@ letter
Or a restaurant review

So it's back to the keyboard
To type it out right
A Celebration Ale to all
And to all a Good Nignt!

Happy Holidays!

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