T'was The Night Before Christmas...Fall River Style!

T’was the night before Christmas, and all through house
Stirred the Tyrant Correia, he was such a louse,
He ripped up the stockings with nary a care
For his job with the court system wasn’t found there
So he woke up Young Frank and Old Clarkin from bed
And yelled “Let’s screw with young Will and get in his head!”
I’ll give a sweet contract to those who I’ll tap
Put the whole CD office right into their lap!
Don’t listen to gossip the bloggers will chatter,
I’ll cover my ears and nothing will matter.
With jobs that are laden with guaranteed cash
If Will fires them both all his dreams I will dash!
As the hours sped by and the cynics did crow,
All in Fall River wished Ol’ Hamhocks would GO!
Then the lawyers for Will made it quite simply clear,
They would fight the appointments, then there was a cheer!
Fear not the outcome, the decisions won’t stick,
We’ll call up the feds, for they’ll bite off Bob’s D@^K!
For what he has done he will gain such ill fame
He will never be seen out in public again!
It will take DOR to recommend fixin”
All the things he has ruined with his mindless trixin’
No more safe limo rides at his beck and call,
I bet Whipp is the one who’ll cause Ol' Hamhock’s fall.
And no matter whom he calls or what crap he might try
If he’s not very careful his fat butt will fry.
Too close to DiMasi and DeLeo too,
The one who’ll get scalped, Bob, is none other than YOU!
I’m sure little fish squeal, then they’ll have enough proof
And make big fish like you into Fall River DOOFS!
Messer’s Frank and Old Clarkin won’t be around
To save your fat arse when you run aground.
The whole City will cheer your new prison suit
After Fall River voters gave you the big BOOT!
Here’s to hoping your ugly face never comes back
And to all your appointments, we’ll give them the sack!
Let’s try to make this Christmas so very Merry,
As soon as you leave for Club Fed in Danbury!
And to all you have gifted good jobs with a bow
They will be pestered, I’m sure, ‘till they go!
Other workers will watch them from up and beneath
And write it all down while hard clinching their teeth
For you see, they had cuts in their pay, less food in their belly,
And your raises and income caused a stink truly smelly.
You received those promotions from the world’s largest elf,
And the only one smiling is big Grinch himself
Maybe next in the line is his girlfriend at Ed.
If the MCAS don’t rise you’ll hear “Off with her head!”
And the Finance Director/Treasurer jerk
Is less competent than a bills payables clerk!
That leaves Pinocchio boy Chappy, and the lies that he throws
To the City Council he speaks, see the growth of his nose!
Poor Ken Fiola, if he was a steak, he’d be useless gristle
Let’s jettison him on an old Nike missile!
And once we have done this with all our might,
We say, “Merry Christmas to All, And to All a GOODNIGHT!