Friday, February 09, 2007

Rhyme about the Precinct Caucuses

Election year falls across the land
The caucus hour is close at hand
Volunteers walk in search of votes
To canvas y'awl's neighborhood.

And whosoever shall be found
Without the votes for getting crowned
Must stand and face the Republican crowd
And watch our country wither.

The foulest language is in our ears
The funk of 6 memorable years
And frantic candidates from every state
Are reaching in to mark your slate.

And though you fight to keep your resolve
The room is in a raucous!
For no mere voter can resist
The importance of the caucus.


(With respect to Vincent Price & Michael Jackson.)

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