In Reply to: We have a winner in the Iran War posted by mh on October 30, 2026 at 13:49:31
Once upon a midnight dreary, while the nation, weak and weary,
Watched the prices climbing upward in the markets and the stores,
I sat brooding, nearly broken, over promises once spoken,
Over golden words and slogans that had thundered through our doors—
Promises of cheaper living, peace and plenty, prosperous shores—
Promises, and nothing more.
Ah, I clearly can remember how Trump roared that cold November,
How he vowed to make us richer than we’d ever been before.
Tariffs, he declared, would save us, foreign rivals would behave us,
And the factories would return to fill our land with endless more.
But the price tags climbed like ivy, creeping higher than before—
Higher still, and evermore.
And the people stood bewildered as their grocery bills grew gilded,
While the cash they earned each Friday seemed to vanish by the score.
Eggs and butter, cars and clothing, every household budget groaning,
As the cost of common living crept beneath each kitchen door.
“Who will pay for all these tariffs?” cried the shoppers at the store—
“Not the foreigners,” came the answer. “You will pay for evermore!”