4th Ward Poem
With a week to go till “E-Day”, a Hoboken411 reader lightens up the 4th ward council election mud-slinging match with a little poem for us to enjoy.
Once again with somber sorrow
As time from work we sadly borrow
To take the time to pull the lever
And ponder if the end comes ever
One must be in total despair
Ready to rip out every hair
As in the fourth were off to vote
And wonder if we’ll need our boat.