‘Twas the Day Before Election Day

‘Twas the day before Election Day, and all through the states,
the pollsters were counting, the candidates made haste.
From Iowa to Ohio, New Hampshire to N.C.
to ensure their candidate a victory of the White House in D.C.

The voters were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of danced .
Soccer moms in their SUVs, and bloggers at their screens,
had long ago decided between the two parties’ nominees.

When out on the East Coast there arose such a clatter,
Hurricane Sandy – a superstorm! That was the matter!
Taped windows, massive flooding, no lights in the streets;
the Jersey Shore lost the bars where Snooki .

The sun shed light on the damage within:
half a city without power, a helpless Staten Island.
When what to our wondering eyes should appear,
Obama and Chris Christie giving hope in place of fear?

In the midst of an election, fought hard and fought mean,
this budding new bromance: could it be as it seemed?
Mitt may have been jealous, but after all it’s their jobs:
to work for their constituents, not be partisan blobs.

“Now, Bloomberg! Now, Cuomo! Now, FEMA and Christie!
On ConEd! On Army Corps! On, Barack and Mittens!
To the top of the ballot! To the top of the polls!
Now campaign away! Campaign away! Campaign away all!

As wet leaves that lay after the wild hurricane flew
Voters near and far knew what they must do.
So up to the ballot boxes they went with conviction,
ID cards in hand and long-thought about decisions.

And then, in a twinkling, Election Night was here!
Voters hunkered down to watch results with (necessary) vodka and beer.
As I sat with my brew and my Twitter feed reeling,
I awaited a victor after years of political dealing.

I thought back to the primaries, a scarier time
when the crazy contenders all stood in line.
We were damned with Perry and screwed with Cain
So we settled on a businessman: Mitt Romney from Bain.

His eyes – how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!
His hair was so perfect, his nose like a cherry!
His cute little mouth was drawn in permanent smile,
And even when working out, his running mate was always in style.

The issues were debated; each side’s “plan” was heard
there were even a few weeks with the spotlight on Big Bird!
Obama preached “forward” while Romney said “change,”
And both sides were quick to cast the other with blame.

Blame for the deficit; blame for the war,
and a continual rehashing of the race of oh-four.
Soon this race will be over – thank God for that –
It is now time for healing after this protracted partisan spat.

So in this election, vote red or vote blue,
I’m not sure either side knows quite what to do.
But I do know that once elected, they will need some time,
cooperation and bipartisanship, to get this country back in line.

The winner will spring to his podium, his team, they will whistle.
To the White House they’ll fly like the down of a thistle.
Victory is sweet, though no mind will be paid
to the enormous spending, PACs, and negative ads that won this campaign.
“Okay, congratulations, you’ve all made your choice,
the election’s ! Now time to rejoice.”

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