In Gaza, folk brace as hounds snarl and bay,
As homes, dense as hares in thicket, now play
The part of shells for the swift snail's retreat,
Where goats once grazed, only uncertainty lays.
In the House, a dog named Jordan holds sway,
But his path, like a rabbit's, might lead him astray.
Will he follow the fate of the silent Scalise?
Or trumpet a victory at the end of the day?
In the land of engines, a strike stays at bay,
For two days, the hounds had their unruly play.
UAW, the shepherd, spares GM's fold,
While Ford's once profitable plant resumes its display.
