A Payday Poem

‘Twas the night before payday, and all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The paychecks were hung in Accounting with care,
In hopes that the funding soon would be there.

The employees were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Phoenix danced through their heads.
And mama in her kerchief and I in my cap,
Could not believe it had come down to this crap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and prayed it was cash.

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But the paycheck fairy, decked out in LaGarde gear.
Eight tiny money trees were also in tow,
And with a hearty yell, he started to bellow …

“On Repine, on Coleman – time to make a sale!
Oh, that’s right …. They both chose to bail.”
He sprang to his money trees to give them a shake,
Because nothing’s better than a paycheck that’s fake.

And I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight …
“Happy payday to all … we’re going to be alright.”