Twas the night before ExCom when all through the office

Not a computer was running, not even the mouse

The Flags were all hung on the tall poles with care

In hopes that new awards, would soon be there

The ExCom stood ready, to provide their support

While visions of accomplishments and good deeds were documented in reports

Benito in his white shirt and colorful tie, and I in my suit and charismatic eyes

were being put to the test – racking our brains and preparing for WEST

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter

We sprang from chairs to see what was the matter… more