City Paper is not for tourists
The start of this week was so dour As many were left without power Repairs are a farce And Pepco’s an arse That “storm” was naught more than a shower
The primary has people stressed So BOEE ran a test Unless folks all lied The party divide: What ice cream, to you, tastes the best
Those City Desk guys I adore Are giving each day its own score The needle goes higher When good things transpire It shit hits the fan: minus four!
The Archives so rarely make news But now they’ve got more to peruse You like the New Deal Like really? For real? Then this stuff, you just can’t refuse