A toast to showbiz

(While this column more typically points out what’s amiss, in the spirit of the holiday season, here’s a warmer-hearted offering.)

Millennial greetings to you, my friends,

As the year, decade and century ends.

We wish to celebrate the festive season

With shaky rhyme but savvy reason.

While those on showbiz’s money side

In East Hampton, Aspen or Kahala hide,

Celebrating a year of unparalleled wealth

– We toast each and all’s fiscal health.

Given our bullish point of view,

We believe this old Earth will muddle through.

Thus all of us in the entertainment crowd

Should party in a style to make Swifty proud.

Hollywood’s old royalty has been sent away,

And mere stars and directors are now passe.

In their stead are the front-office boys,

Laden with stock options and high-tech toys.

Thus at our party, serenaded by guitars and lutes,

Are those people formerly dismissed as “suits.”

Yet lest you think this crowd melancholy,

Remember the Nasdaq has made them jolly.

Look over there, it’s Redstone and Malone,

Pitching their stocks to Jessica Reif Cohen.

And there by the hearth’s blazing fire

Are WB’s newly crowned Horn and Meyer.

David, Jeffrey and Steven — the Dream trio

Are clinking glasses with their accustomed brio.

Then we spot USA’s Barry Diller

Trying to hassle Chase’s John Miller.

Clustered around the hors d’oeuvres tray

Are Bob Shaye, Brad Grey and Sony wonder Idei.

Off on his own Ovitz appears forlorn,

But brightens when he sees semi-siblings Yorn.

Herbie Allen, the host of Sun Valley fame,

Proclaims to all he is glad he came.

As Berg, Wiatt, Berkus and Nicita

Bury hatchets over a salt-free margarita.

SPE’s Calley wittily converses with H. Stringer

As the barman pours them a vodka stinger,

While Jake Bloom, Bert Fields and Barry Hirsch

Quaff snifters of a gentler Leo Kirch.

Karmazin isn’t here — too much work,

But Sherry Lansing dances with Chris McGurk.

At the bar Disney’s Roth and Eisner offered

To pour some bubbly for Gordie Crawford.

Plotting strategy in a distant corner

Are Levin and Turner of TimeWarner.

And Rich Bressler expounds with digital ease

To Warren Lieberfarb, dressed down in his DVDs.

Watching the doings with journalistic concern

Are Variety’s Bart, Archerd and Byrne.

And Harvey and Bob — always minding the store

Push their Oscar nominees around the floor.

As midnight nears we sing Auld Lang Syne,

And banish all thoughts that aren’t benign…

We hope you’ve found our doggerel funny,

And will remember next year: It’s Only Money.

(With a deep bow and apologies to the New Yorker’s late Frank Sullivan.)

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