The terrorists finally attain
Their goal when they hijack a plane
And crash in some blocks that contain
A multitude. Many are slain.
The traumatized folks who remain
Hear singing, which they can’t explain.
It comes, they at last ascertain,
From offices let to McCain,
The headquarters for his campaign.
At last the refrain becomes plain:
“The Night They Invented Champagne”
- Column
- July 1, 2008