Too Near the Sun

TOO NEAR THE SUN!
(Written at the height of the Credit Crunch, which is still lingering!)

There once was a Wall Street Banker who had an unusual name,

One held by a Greek from mythology, whose fate ended up the same.

Icarus, Greek risk-taker, planned to fly very high,

So he built himself some mythical wings to lift himself up to the sky.

He made the wings and he flew with them; all he thought of was success,

But the wings were faulty, he soon found out; soon he was in distress.

There was wax in the wings' construction, a fact he had ignored,

And the wax began to melt away the nearer the sun he soared.

He finally fell in the ocean, which certainly served him right;

He fell because he'd been aiming at far too great a height.
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Icarus, Wall Street Banker, also aimed for the sun,

He desired to be nearer to the gold, higher than anyone.

His 'wings' too were faulty; they melted as he flew;

And, falling, he realised, at last, that punishment was due.

Icarus, Wall Street Banker, down, down, down he fell!.

But what makes me quite livid is.....

He fell on ME as well!