The Banker’s Fate
—for Lewis Carroll
They bailed us out with itsy-bitsy Thimbles—
They gobbled us up with knives and forks
Swanky suburbs foreclosed into empty ruins—
Mobs flooding stadiums for doctors & dentists
And the Bankers inspired with more money—
Printed in haste by inky-fingered Bureaucrats
Proudly pointed to the new Stimulus agenda—
Surging forward like the troops in Snarkestan
Rushing madly ahead and lost in the jungle—
In their zeal to discover the Snark’s hideaway
Seeking it with Thimbles and great care—
Hoping for economic recovery way out there
But suddenly a Bandersnatch swiftly flew near—
Snatching the amazed Banker shrieking in fear
He offered it a large discount—offering it a check
Worth $1,000,000 even though it would bounce
But the Bandersnatch merely laughed at him—
Biting the Banker on the ass most frumiously
Savagely snapping at his suspenders & drawers
Until finally the nude Banker croaked to the floor
The Bandersnatch then went after the others—
The Baker, the Beaver and the Barrister too
It was then the Bellman called for a retreat—
“We’ve been snarked," he said tolling his bell.
The Banker’s face was a frightful thing to see—
Usually as happy as any Mr. Green could be
But now black in the face like the depths of hell—
Losing any likeness to Bankers and Tellers
To the horror of the Barrister and other boyz—
The Banker began channeling a Treasury Trance
Like some famous whorish Parisian clairvoyante—
His tongue lisping interest rates incessantly
Down on his knees, the Banker went Boojum—
Starting to chant the most mimsiest hocum
Proving his utter insanity with lewd inanity—
Rolling dice and prognosticating the future
“Leave the Banker here—it’s too late, too late,”—
The Barrister exclaimed in a fitful fright
“We’ve wasted the day—quick without delay!!!
Or we sha’nt catch that Snarke this day!!!
—for Lewis Carroll
They bailed us out with itsy-bitsy Thimbles—
They gobbled us up with knives and forks
Swanky suburbs foreclosed into empty ruins—
Mobs flooding stadiums for doctors & dentists
And the Bankers inspired with more money—
Printed in haste by inky-fingered Bureaucrats
Proudly pointed to the new Stimulus agenda—
Surging forward like the troops in Snarkestan
Rushing madly ahead and lost in the jungle—
In their zeal to discover the Snark’s hideaway
Seeking it with Thimbles and great care—
Hoping for economic recovery way out there
But suddenly a Bandersnatch swiftly flew near—
Snatching the amazed Banker shrieking in fear
He offered it a large discount—offering it a check
Worth $1,000,000 even though it would bounce
But the Bandersnatch merely laughed at him—
Biting the Banker on the ass most frumiously
Savagely snapping at his suspenders & drawers
Until finally the nude Banker croaked to the floor
The Bandersnatch then went after the others—
The Baker, the Beaver and the Barrister too
It was then the Bellman called for a retreat—
“We’ve been snarked," he said tolling his bell.
The Banker’s face was a frightful thing to see—
Usually as happy as any Mr. Green could be
But now black in the face like the depths of hell—
Losing any likeness to Bankers and Tellers
To the horror of the Barrister and other boyz—
The Banker began channeling a Treasury Trance
Like some famous whorish Parisian clairvoyante—
His tongue lisping interest rates incessantly
Down on his knees, the Banker went Boojum—
Starting to chant the most mimsiest hocum
Proving his utter insanity with lewd inanity—
Rolling dice and prognosticating the future
“Leave the Banker here—it’s too late, too late,”—
The Barrister exclaimed in a fitful fright
“We’ve wasted the day—quick without delay!!!
Or we sha’nt catch that Snarke this day!!!
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