Not a councilman was stirring, not one could be found
the contract was signed and tucked safe away
The payback was done, for those deals made that day.
The employees were snoring all snug in their beds
while the tax payers labored to pay them their bread.
With Hosterman all smiling and Cheryl in her tower
they had just settled down to plan for more power.
When out in the town there arose such a clatter
they sprang from their beds to see what was the matter.
To the online Town Square they flew like a flash
popped open their laptops their plans soon were dashed
The words on the page of the screen that did glow
Gave warning of tidings they hoped not to know
When, what to their wondering eyes should appear
but a small band of citizens blogging the sphere.
Some warned of a budget that did nothing but grow
from ballooning entitlements that we all now owe.
They are sounding a warning for all to best heed
or our town may be doomed by the union's own greed.
The liberals are saying this is not a big deal.
It's overblown, just posturing, and definitely not real.
"Just give us more taxes", we have to complete
with all those state workers who's deals are so sweet.
Then off in the distance, but what did they hear
even more angry citizens were soon to draw near.
Their voices were low and grumbled at first
but soon did crescendo to a voluminous burst.
They shouted and cried of the pain in their backs
From the state, fed and cities who do nothing but tax.
Why can't we just keep what we earn as our share
And we'll gladly pay taxes as long as it's fair.
The mayor feigned interest and gave her best smile
and asked of the mob to behave for a while.
It's best we talk later, perhaps in the spring.
After it is really too late for this thing.
Condescension's not advised for a crowd ready to bolt
So Pleasanton has started their own tax revolt.
If the ones we elect will not watch carefully the purse
Then our words and our actions will need to grow worse.
Oh yes my dear mayor we shall talk in the spring.
If you and the council do not handle this thing.
Our talk will not be words that you are able to hear
But a voter initiative that speaks loud and clear.
For the peasants are rising, demanding what's fair.
Enough is enough for our city we care.
So stand up for the voters and make them all proud.
For if you do not, we'll REALLY get loud.
Merry Christmas Jennifer, Cheryl, Matt, Cindy and Jerry! And to all a good night!
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PS - Apologies to Clement Moore for butchering his fine poem. :)