‘TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS OR THE WEEK AFTER THE
ELECTION
‘Twas the time post-election,
And on the Gold Coast,
Bush supporters were wondering,
“Is W toast?”
Hand counting had started and Baker was mad,
Dubya’s lead it was falling as fast as the chad
Bob Dole who was tired of Viagra touting,
Displayed on the networks some bitching and pouting:
“The Dems are no good, they’re demanding perfection,
Like the nisei and me they would steal an erection”
At the Governor’s mansion Karl Rove (what a hack),
Held a hasty press conference to cry and attack,
“The butterfly ballot, “ He said like Iago,
“Was fine and was used by the Daleys in Chicago,”
But it turned out that Karl had his facts quite awry,
Either that or he just told a big boldface lie
Meanwhile Dubya interviewed for some cabinet positions,
“I’m readying now for the final transition,”
While Gore threw the football quite Kennedyesqe,
The counters in Florida stayed at their desks,
Examining chad that was hanging by threads,
While Baker filed a frivolous case with the feds
On talk shows the spinmeisters had you believe
That thousands of Floridians from their senses took leave,
That Jews in big numbers all voted for Pat,
But even Buchanin wasn’t falling for that!
They wanted the dumb to think counting votes right,
Would put us at risk and make enemies fight
When they finish the count and they tally the score,
The odds now are right now that the new Pres is Gore,
If so then we’ll have no new justice like Thomas,
And women will still have the right to choose- promise,
And Republicans, folks, when the shoves comes to pushes,
Will say with conviction, “ Read my lips, no new Bushes!”
copyright 2000 Wayne Aaronson |
