Still...let's not spill o'er the fiscal acclivity.
Tether your tears. Void your ploys: they’re too cute.
Just spare us a fall from the fear'd fiscal butte.
Do not risk our dough. Being broke’s such
a drag.
Do not cast us down from that damn’d
fiscal crag.Mr. Speaker: to tweak ‘er you’ve had since last June.
Look -- do! --dead ahead: it’s the dread fiscal dune.
A tax hike – is that all the government TARP meant?
Disgraceful! We face -- full! --the fiscal
escarpment.The President’s deal? Take it! No time for stalls.
Mr. B: steer us clear of those drear fiscal falls.
How dare you proclaim we’re the world’s
greatest nation?
We’re poised to go over the fiscal
gradation.Won't Democrats dub you “Congressional Chump”
if you don’t walk us back from the harsh fiscal hump?
Tax billionaires? Buffet says that would
be fine.
But first: inch us far from the fiscal
incline.Can’t caucus chums swallow the debt-ceiling pill?
Please: just keep us away from the fiscal Jocks Hill.
Have you not eyed the most recent
Rasmussen poll?
Read! And weep! Then keep clear of the
fear’d fiscal knoll.Don’t make of this issue a partisan wedge.
Please talk us down – now! -- off that foul fiscal ledge.
Your gavel you’ll save if you’ll use
your cabesa
and spare us a fall from the Great
Fiscal Mesa.True medicine, John, not financial placebo
will ease this disease, this acute fiscal Nebo.
Abandon us not. Neither pooh-pooh nor
pimp us.
How dumb to go tumbling down fiscal
Olympus.You won’t heed our pleas? Must we others’ aid seek?
Oh, don’t let us go over that bleak fiscal peak…
…that peak which provides to perdition a
launching pad.
Don’t let us suffer the fierce fiscal
Quinderdad.Dunce! Can’t you once just be “one of the guys”?
And refrain from this bane, this corrupt fiscal rise?
We're warning you, Johnny, this cliff’s no chimaera.
Maneuvering must be immediate…or
we might trip, and so flip o’er the tall fiscal tor.
You motion’d to Mitch, “Let’s give F.C.
a whirl.”
Nossir! No
one should urge the unsafe fiscal Ural.Support some heights, sure: some might prove “muy bueno.”
But veto all vaults o’er the fiscal volcano.
We’re altophobes all. We’re afraid of the tall.
We’d not hit (much less fall from) that
weird fiscal wall.The Recession Bell’s rung. The Depression Bell’s ringin.’
Arrest our descent from the fiscal Xiao Hinggan.
You need to announce using mots full
of moxie,
“No falls from the fiscal…” (don’t
faint) “…Yagradagze.”Your seeing us through this will earn you thanks…and a
wet kiss -- if we miss it: the fiscal Zaranda.
We’re fed up with hillocks, with
hummocks and hills.
With tors and Zarandas we’re stuff'd to
the gills.We’ve had it to here, whether curb, slope or shelf.
If you’d risk fiscal cliffs, best to fall by yourself!
