Twas the Night After Closure. A New Year's Poem.

Twas two days before New Years,
and all through the hotel,
not a creature was stirring,
not even the town dumb bell.

Despite numerous whines,
and bogus legal pleas,
the police easily escorted out the guests,
a few happy to leave.

The surrounding neighborhood sighed with relief,
happy that the City at last had paid heed to their beef.
Relief did not lead anyone to gloat,
as the media could not get from any neighbor
a single quote.

Bewildered, ashamed and afraid to show his face,
away stayed Mr. Chase.

Lesson learned,
or just a pause in the action?
I would wager that for Ingersoll,
silly suits are still the preferable fashion.

For today at least,
and hopefully tonight,
Prospect Point residents can take a break from the fight.

As the police padlocked the doors
with a happy, clanky clatter
I heard City Attorney Randy Ray
mutter,

"I may not be sly.
I'll never be slick.
Justice, I've learned,
tends not to be quick.

Nonetheless, to every slumlord
notice I give:
The City will is coming for you,
this purpose is why I now live."

So, Happy New Year,
Welcome 2006!
The City of Peoria
its problems it WILL fix!