Though we enjoyed our trip to Florence,
Bad news seemed to fall in torrents.
The state shut my wife’s office down;
The President’s an evil clown.
Bowie, Prince, and then Glenn Frey:
Why must all our heroes die?
Tim’s retired, and Arnie’s gone.
The Demon Deacs will soldier on.
Our politics have gone insane.
At least there was no hurricane.
We don’t have time to bitch and moan;
We’re spending Christmas in Cologne.
We send our love to all our friends.
The bad times, like the good ones, end.
It’s just four years until he goes,
So keep the faith and hold your nose.