Monday, May 18, 2009


(The Pekes and the Pollicles, Old Possums Book of Practical Cats, TS Elliot)
WilliamBanzai7s Book of Wall Street Fat Cats

The GO-Pekes and the DEM-Pollicles, everyone knows,
Are proud and implacable passionate foes;
It is always the same, wherever one goes.
And the GO-Pugs and the DEM-Poms, although most people say
That they do not like fighting, will often display
Every symptom of wanting to join in the fray.
And they
Bark bark bark bark
Bark bark BARK BARK
Until you can hear them all yapping over the Mall Park.

Now on the occasion of which I shall speak
Almost nothing had happened for nearly a 8 weeks
(And that's a long time for a DEM-Pol or a GO-Peke).
The big Police Dog was away from his beat -
I don't know the reason, but most people think
He'd slipped into the Hawk n Dove for a drink -
And no one at all was about on the street
When a GO-Peke and a DEM-Pollicle happened to meet.
They did not advance, or exactly retreat,
But they glared at each other and scraped their hind feet,
And started to
Bark bark bark bark
Bark bark BARK BARK
Until you could hear them all over Monument Park.

Now the GO-Peke, although people may say what they please,
Is no average Dog, but a Heathen Neo-con Geek.
And so all the GO-Pekes, when they heard the uproar,
Some came to the White House window, some came to the Capital door;
There were surely a doyen, more likely a score.
And together they started to grumble and wheeye
In their huffery-snuffery Heathen Neo-Con jive.
But a terrible din is what DEM-Pollicles like,
for your DEM-Pollicle Dog is a dour Yorkshire tyke,
And his braw Scottish cousins are snappers and biters,
And every dog-jack of them notable fighters;
And so they stepped out, with their campaign pipers in order,
Playing When the Blue Dunces Came Over the Border.
Then the GO-Pugs and the DEM-Poms held no longer aloof,
But some from the balcony, some from the roof,
Joined in
To the din
With a
Bark bark bark bark
Bark bark BARK BARK
Until you could hear them all over Monument Park.

Now when these bold heroes together assembled,
The traffic all stopped, and the Beltway corps trembled,
And some of the neighbours were so much afraid
That they started to ring up the Election Fire Brigade.
When suddenly, up from a small basement flat,
Why who should stalk out but the GREAT OBAM-PUSCAT.
His eyes were like fireballs fearfully blazing,
He gave a serious yawn, and his jaws were amazing;
And when he looked out and reconnoitered the area,
You never saw anything fiercer or hairier.
And what with the glare of his eyes and his impressive yawning,
The GO-Pekes and the GO-PUGs quickly took warning.
He looked at the District sky and he gave a great leap -
And they every last one of them scattered like sheep.

And when the Police Dog returned to his Election Day beat,
There wasn't a single GO-PEKE left in the street.

Note: I know this is not directly about Wall Street Fat Cats, but I thought this was the proper subject matter for this poem.


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