They used to say that John A. Thain Was master of the Street’s domain. His copy book, though, got a blotch When, losing billions on his watch, He didn’t recognize some onus On taking quite a hefty bonus Or buying for his suite ambrosian Décor Kozlowski might have chosen. And now, they say, you’d search in vain For dimmer bulbs than John A. Thain.
Calvin TrillinCalvin Trillin is The Nation’s “deadline poet.”