Twas the night before the Frog March
Twas the night before the Frog March, when all through the City’s big house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a Lane Bajardi that easel propping louse.
The Zimmer bloggers were clung to the MSV and GA websites with flair
with hopes that FBI with warrants would soon would be there.
The children/City Council Minority were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Zimmer’s destruction danced in their heads.
And Mamma Russo in her no-show job, and boy Mikey with his political crap,
Had just settled their conniving kleptocratic brains for a long winter’s nap.
When out on Hudson Street there arose such a clatter,
Taxpayers sprang from their beds to see what was the matter.
Away to the window they flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to their wondering eyes should show,
But a slew of FBI vehicles, all ready to process arrests on the word go.
With a real professional driver, so lively well dressed and quick,
I knew in a moment it couldn’t be “Stick”.
More ravenous than vultures his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Castellano! Now, Russo! Now, Klaussen und Lane!
On, Occhipinti! On, Riccardi! On, DeStefano and Beth Mason the insane!
To the top of Mason Mansion! To the abyss of Hoboken City Hall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
As downed trees that before the wild winds of Hurricane Irene fly,
When Zimmer was met with obstructionism, piled to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the FBI sleigh full of charges, and hefty legal bills too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard Beth Mason exclaim
“It wasn’t me, I’m innocent, it was my boy Lame”.
As the taxpayers drew their heads, and were turning around,
Down the went all the charges like a bang with a very loud sound.
The FBI lead agent was dressed in all black, from his head to his foot,
And the Old Guards’ reputations were now all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle charges against them he had flung from his back,
But then uber rich Beth Mason came back with her counter-attack.
“These charges are false” Beth exclaimed, “made up and untrue”
“Its all because I oppose Christie and they want me politically through”.
Her droll bitter mouth was drawn up like a bile filled witch,
What she uttered next confirmed what we all knew, that she was a b*tch.
The success of the HUMC sale by Zimmer caused Mason to clench her teeth,
Beth would never be coronated Mayor and wear the grand Masonic wreath.
She had a wretched face that would angrily contort,
As she spouted venom and the truth she would distort.
Beth Mason was angry and bitter, and not quite right with herself,
She once again tried to put the blame on others and her minion, a uni-browed elf!
With a wink of her eye and a twist of her head,
She soon heard the list of charges that she just had to dread..
The FBI laid out all the charges, and went straight to work,
And continued reading and reading, then Beth tuned Mason turned with a jerk.
And laying her finger aside of her super long lying recall me nose,
She sneezed out of fear, as all of her lies had just been exposed!
Mason and cohorts were carted off to the big house, she gave a sneer,
And away they all flew to prison with loud Hoboken cheers.
But we heard her exclaim, ‘ere she was driven out of sight,
"F*ck you FBI, my husband Ricky has got loads of money and he’ll put up a fight!" ◦