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<blockquote data-quote="moreluck" data-source="post: 60587"><p>Political Poetic Justice </p><p> For starters, history buff Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: </p><p>> > </p><p>> >Listen, my children, don't dare ignore, </p><p>> >The midnight actions of Bush and Gore </p><p>> >In early November, the year ought-ought, </p><p>> >Hard to believe the mess they wrought. </p><p>> >Two billion bucks of campaign bounty </p><p>> >All came down to Palm Beach County. </p><p>> >What result could have been horrider </p><p>> >Than the situation we found in Florider? </p><p>> > </p><p>> >Edgar Allen Poe is his usual gloomy self: </p><p>> > </p><p>> >Once upon a campaign dreary, one which left us weak and weary </p><p>> >O'er many a quaint and curious promise of political lore </p><p>> >While we nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came yapping, </p><p>> >As of some votes overlapping, energy-zapping to the core </p><p>> >"Tis a mess here," we all muttered, as the network anchors stuttered, </p><p>> >Stuttered over Bush and Gore. </p><p>> >Could there be another election with such a case of misdirection, </p><p>> >One with such a weak selection, yet fraught with tension to the core? </p><p>> >Quoth the ravers, "Nevermore." </p><p>> > </p><p>> >Britain's Edward Lear's limerick is lighter: </p><p>> > </p><p>> >There once was a U.S. election </p><p>> >That called for some expert detection </p><p>> >How thousands of pollers </p><p>> >Could become two-holers </p><p>> >Like outhouses of recollection. </p><p>> > </p><p>> > Ditto Ogden Nash: </p><p>> > </p><p>> >I regret to admit that all my knowledge is </p><p>> >What I learned at Electoral Colleges, </p><p>> >So tell me please, though I hate to troublya </p><p>> >Will the winner be Al, or will it be Dubya? </p><p>> > </p><p>> >Joyce Kilmer's a media analyst: </p><p>> > </p><p>> >I thought that I would never see </p><p>> >The networks all so up a tree. </p><p>> > </p><p>> >Walt Whitman is lyrical, as always: </p><p>> > </p><p>> >O'Captain! My Captain! Our fearful trip's not done </p><p>> >The ship has weather'd every rack, but nobody knows who's won </p><p>> > </p><p>> >Alfred Noyes rhythmically rumbles: </p><p>> > </p><p>> >And still of an autumn night they say, with the White House on the line, </p><p>> >When the campaign's a ghostly galleon and both candidates cry, "'Tis </p><p>mine!" </p><p>> >When the road is a ribbon of ballots, all within easy reach, </p><p>> >A highwayman comes riding, riding, riding, </p><p>> >A highwayman comes riding, and punches two holes in each. </p><p>> > </p><p>> >Dr. Seuss takes a look at election officials: </p><p>> > </p><p>> >I cannot count them in a box </p><p>> >I cannot count them with a fox </p><p>> >I cannot count them by computer </p><p>> >I will not with a Roto-Rooter </p><p>> >I cannot count them card-by-card </p><p>> >I will not 'cause its way too hard </p><p>> >I cannot count them on my fingers </p><p>> >I will not while suspicion lingers </p><p>> >I'll leave the country in a jam </p><p>> >I can't count ballots, Sam-I-Am </p><p>> > </p><p>> >Dr Clement Moore adopts a holiday theme: </p><p>> > </p><p>> >'Twas the month before Christmas, when all through the courts, </p><p>> >All the plaintiffs made stirring bad ballot reports </p><p>> > </p><p>> >Which leaves the problem: </p><p>> > </p><p>> >Perhaps the best way to stop complaints that are raucous is </p><p>> >Start over again, with the Iowa caucuses. </p><p>></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="moreluck, post: 60587"] Political Poetic Justice For starters, history buff Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: > > > >Listen, my children, don't dare ignore, > >The midnight actions of Bush and Gore > >In early November, the year ought-ought, > >Hard to believe the mess they wrought. > >Two billion bucks of campaign bounty > >All came down to Palm Beach County. > >What result could have been horrider > >Than the situation we found in Florider? > > > >Edgar Allen Poe is his usual gloomy self: > > > >Once upon a campaign dreary, one which left us weak and weary > >O'er many a quaint and curious promise of political lore > >While we nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came yapping, > >As of some votes overlapping, energy-zapping to the core > >"Tis a mess here," we all muttered, as the network anchors stuttered, > >Stuttered over Bush and Gore. > >Could there be another election with such a case of misdirection, > >One with such a weak selection, yet fraught with tension to the core? > >Quoth the ravers, "Nevermore." > > > >Britain's Edward Lear's limerick is lighter: > > > >There once was a U.S. election > >That called for some expert detection > >How thousands of pollers > >Could become two-holers > >Like outhouses of recollection. > > > > Ditto Ogden Nash: > > > >I regret to admit that all my knowledge is > >What I learned at Electoral Colleges, > >So tell me please, though I hate to troublya > >Will the winner be Al, or will it be Dubya? > > > >Joyce Kilmer's a media analyst: > > > >I thought that I would never see > >The networks all so up a tree. > > > >Walt Whitman is lyrical, as always: > > > >O'Captain! My Captain! Our fearful trip's not done > >The ship has weather'd every rack, but nobody knows who's won > > > >Alfred Noyes rhythmically rumbles: > > > >And still of an autumn night they say, with the White House on the line, > >When the campaign's a ghostly galleon and both candidates cry, "'Tis mine!" > >When the road is a ribbon of ballots, all within easy reach, > >A highwayman comes riding, riding, riding, > >A highwayman comes riding, and punches two holes in each. > > > >Dr. Seuss takes a look at election officials: > > > >I cannot count them in a box > >I cannot count them with a fox > >I cannot count them by computer > >I will not with a Roto-Rooter > >I cannot count them card-by-card > >I will not 'cause its way too hard > >I cannot count them on my fingers > >I will not while suspicion lingers > >I'll leave the country in a jam > >I can't count ballots, Sam-I-Am > > > >Dr Clement Moore adopts a holiday theme: > > > >'Twas the month before Christmas, when all through the courts, > >All the plaintiffs made stirring bad ballot reports > > > >Which leaves the problem: > > > >Perhaps the best way to stop complaints that are raucous is > >Start over again, with the Iowa caucuses. > [/QUOTE]
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