Twas the Night Before the General Election

It has been a while since the last post but still never a dull moment in the world of politics. With all of the talk about party unity (Both Republicans and Democrats), I thought a little satire might be a nice way to sum things up! So I decided to experiment with doing a variation of Clement Clarke Moore’s “A Visit from St. Nicholas”.  It is requested that today’s post be read with a sense of humor. After all, “A cheerful heart is good medicine….”!

‘Twas the night before the General election when all through the U.S.A
Neither Bernie supporters nor some Republicans were voting, at least so they say;
The electoral votes would be counted and watched on CNN,
In hopes that Donald Trump would NOT be the one to win;

The conservatives were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of Paul Ryan danced in their heads;
With his campaign in a tailspin, and Donald Trump in his cap,
Finally recovering from yet another Twitter rant mishap,

When out on the White House lawn there arose so much chatter,
The President and First Lady sprang from their bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window they flew like a bird,
To look for the source of all the chattering they heard!

The moon up above shining with a beautiful glow,
Looked like a spotlight on the people below,
When what to their wondering eyes did stumble upon by chance
Was a distinct shadow of a man with small, tiny hands

He had one hand raised as he spoke on a stump,
And they knew right then that it must be Donald Trump.
More rapid than eagles his supporters they came,
And he yelled, and shouted, and called them by name:

“Now, Palin! Now, Duke! Now Cheney and Scott!
On, Christie! On, Carson! And all within earshot!
To the top of the Republican ticket!
I will make Mexico build that wall!
Now get away! All immigrants, Muslims and all!”

He spoke with such force like a hurricane wind,
Kept saying over and over that he would make America great again;
So up to the top of the Capitol steps the Trump’s supporters they flew
With the full wrath of hate, that Donald Trump spew—

And all of a sudden, up in the sky a bright flash
Then the sound of a loud boom followed by a crash.
Trump’s supporters were confused and started running around,
As the economy and stock market started tumbling down.

He was dressed in Brioni, from his head to his feet,
And just like in the presidential primaries, it seemed he could not be beat;
He talked about building walls and sending immigrants back,
In fact He ranted about a lot of things, but often backtracked.

His eyes—how they squinted! So small and so pierce!
There was no doubt that his anger was fierce!
His small little mouth was drawn down like a frown,
And soon the whole country was feeling depressed and down;

Trump broke off a Cuban cigar he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a furry thing on his head
That shook when he laughed, it was a squirrel some said.

He was wealthy and arrogant, a very mean-spirited man,
But the working class loved him, maybe they were blinded by his fake tan;
With a wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon everyone knew there would be a lot to dread;

He spoke a lot of words about putting people back to work,
But according to lawsuits against him; the man was a jerk,
And raising his small hand as he talked on and on,
It was suddenly becoming clear that this man was a con;

He sprang to his private jet, to his campaign team gave a yell,
And told the Republican establishment that they could all go to hell.
So the General Election was over and the electoral map split red and blue
While the country braced itself for a Trump Administration nightmare come true.

Thanks for “listening” to me whine. Hopefully my whining has made you think. If so, tell your friends/family/colleagues that you heard it through the Political Great Whine!


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