For Year That Was Hoppin', Some Stylish Name-Droppin'

She blew so much debris, our shore looked like a pigpen.

Why couldn't Sandy defect, like all else, to the Big 10?

Let's look toward '13; could things be much worse?

Unless there's bad news from the office of Herbst.

The candles are sparky, the sky is all moony.

The House is quite Sharkey, the Senate: pure Looney.

The votes will be heated, the margins quite narrow

With loads of theatrics from Larry Cafero.

Before the first grounder gets out of the infield,

DeStefano's bracing for G. Holder-Winfield.

It's apt to get heated and brazen and dirty

And full of more mysteries than Danny Roberti.

But for now, let me wish you a joyous '13.

May you not draw the notice of Ms. Martha Dean.

May your triumphs be such that you struggle to list 'em.

May you get a sweet job from the state college system.

May the gods of good karma grant unto your looks

The hairline of Drazen, the wisdom of Brooks.

Sometimes you'll feel cuter than Dennis 'n' Kara.

(Sometimes a Segarra is just a Segarra.)