The blintzes and bagels and loxes and knishes
Were brought to the bash against Lee Whitnum's wishes.
Those warm fava beans and that lovely Chianti
Might've spelled one more vote for poor old Leo Canty.
And here come the Rowlands with plates of cannolis!
Now whom should we thank? The covert Wilson-Foleys?
Let's bring out the pasta that was ordered from Bricco
By Lembo and Kotchko and Darko and Chico.
And who brought the dumplings with sauce from Taiwan?
One suspects the baton of Ms. Carolyn Kuan.
Look back on this year. Does it come into focus?
If not, we can huddle with Mark Pazniokas.
Take down the fir tree and put the menorah back,
While we reminisce about Esty and Roraback,
And the way that Malloy hates that guy in New Jersey
And how Shays staged a comeback, but then so did Al Terzi.
Once again in October, a kick in the keister.
There was nowhere to hide from the vicious snor'easter.
We ran for our sandbags but Sandy was quicker.
At least we could load up with Sunday-sale liquor.