T'WAS THE NIGHT OF ELECTION

T'was the night of Election, when all through the house
Not a Democrat was stirring, not even a mouse;

The ballots were done by the scanner with care,
In hopes that Obama soon would be there;

The voters were nervous all watching TV from their beds
While visions of Republican cheating and tricks in their heads;
And Obama in his quarters and I in my laptop,
Had just settled down for a long stressful electoral map,
When out in Virginia arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the couch to listen what was the matter.

Away in that State the numbers were coming all in a rush,
Making the race real close to silence and act in a hush.

The mood of the anchors of all large TV News
Made the outcoming even more loose,
When, what to my joy Brian Williams is to appear
And firmly predicts a win in Virginia is finally near,
With Obama as the winner and McCain in the gutter,
I knew in a moment the fate of that phony Joe the Plumber.

More rapid than eagles, State after State, results duly came,
And though not yet over, how depressing for senile McCain;
And he from his quarters still shouting and whining:
"He's a Socialist! a Communist!, a Marxist! I am not canning!
He's raising your taxes! He wants to distribute your wealth!
I know, they all voted for him because it relates to my health!"

So, by midnight , "my friends" McWhine was just finished,
but that was not all, as the entire republican party clearly diminished.

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
Sarah Palin stops winking and initiates to cry,
Through her squeaky and unpleasant voice you can hear
"I'll be back without this old fart in four years!"