The earth's revolved around the sun,
A new year's come; the old year's done.
The happenings of twenty-twelve
Are mostly ones that we should shelve.
And yet, let's take just one more look
Before we close and burn the book.
A second term Obama wins
Against the two Mitt Romney twins.
He's slowly winding down our wars
In places not worth fighting for.
Beneath the Capitol's majestic
Dome, he'll fight some more domestic
Battles with our legislators,
The spenders and the flat-tax-raters.
The Mayans got it wrong -- and thus
The eschaton avoided us,
Depriving Congress of a nif-
Ty way to duck the fiscal cliff.
The House Repubs elect the speaker
And then proceed to make him weaker.
"We want" -- they cannot say it plainer --
"A more uncompromising Boehner."
More close to home, we have some new
Mayors, and commissioners too.
Charlie Hales won the race
To be our city's public face.
Good luck, sir, as our burgomaster,
Protect our streets from more disaster.
The graveled ones are not so new,
Perhaps it's time to pave a few.
Repeal, please, the tax on leaves
That gives Professor B. the heaves.
Oswego sweeps each street with curbs
Four times a year. So should the urb.
To family both near and far,
I wish the best, where'er you are.
Good health to Aunts of Left and Right,
Octogenic1 points of light.,
May the Laquedemitasse
Mature, but always know who's boss.
If providence lets him excel,
It's mainly due to Mrs. L.
May fortune wave its flag unfurled
O'er friends around this blogging world.
1. "Octogenarian," the correct word, didn't fit the meter.