Sandy- Oh Sandy.
Hurricane Sandy is suppossed to be rampaging across NYC. Instead, all that has happenned is that Trader Joes is now out of bread.
The arena has been cleansed and made up
In the highest and most secure fashion;
Complete with iron latches
And blaring sirens screeching
Direction upon direction
That the public ignores
In favor of overwhelming panic.
Yet no one has seemed to notice
That the guest of honor to our little soiree,
Sandy, we hear her called so fondly by
all the telecasters,
Has failed to arrive yet
And we are just sitting here
For what is sure to be her imminent arrival