|Politicians at the door|
Finally. It is over. It is election day at last. Perhaps after tonight, we will be able to have a dinner without a call from Babs..(Barbara Bush), Ollie..(Olympia Snow) or Annie (Ann Lepage.) I am not sure if it is just me or not, but this election seems to have gone on for an eternity. I think I speak for all people, Reps or Dems, when I say Hallelujah! IT IS DONE. Let the best man, woman, or bear win. In honor of the end of the political assault (for awhile anyway..), a poem. AHEM....
It starts as early as January,
every other year..
the endless commercials, debates and phone calls,
I've learned to live in fear
Now it's not that I'm not a patriot,
or shrug off my civic duty,
but by the first Tuesday in November,
I am feeling pretty moody
He said, She said...
it goes on and on and on,
Who do you believe
and who is just a con?
The political signs are everywhere,
cluttering up the roads
they ruin all the scenery,
looking ugly as a toad.
The newspapers all talk politics,
Isn't there anything else
for all of us to do?
At last however, today was the day,
and yes, I sure did vote
I hobbled in and marked my choice
I didn't need my notes.
So, here we sit, one more night
of political discussion,
I hope to God that this is it,
if not I want a concussion...
So that when I awake,
after a good, long sleep,
politics will be gone,
and I shall not weep.
Two more years, and we start again
this time a brand new president,
I think if you want to find me then,
the loony bin will have a new resident.