The flame goes out to close this show
In which the bar was set real low,
With Zika and a toxic bay
That doubles as a vast bidet,
Recession pounding one and all,
A president against the wall,
Budget crises that go back years,
A crime wave mixed with terror fears.
So things were hardly in good shape,
But Rio makes a great escape.
Of course, the bay's still slop and swill,
But save one sailor, none took ill.
And what of Zika? Gone, a ghost.
These flies did not feed off the host.