Twas the night before Election

Twas the night before Election

Twas the night before the election, when all through the land;

Not a lawyer was stirring, not even the faithful paralegals hand.

Their briefs were written, so with mornings first light,

Our Candidates could cry, let’s fight.

The voters were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of a fair election danced in their heads;

The Catherine’s have laid their plans.

So all shall heed their commands.

When out of my set, I heard the first fudge,

I knew we would soon need, a Supreme Court Judge.

I reached for my remote, to search for hope,

But all I found were bigger dopes.

The Fox journalists have their orders,

Come hell or high water;

They will heed the Rover.

I heard someone say-- run for the border.

I shall steel myself, a vote I will cast.

There were times I thought, I could not last.

With all the hope, I brave the line.

A fast to long, its time to dine.

A nations faith, titanic in scope. Obscured by mist;

I heard them call, hey Thomas! Hey Scalia! Hey Rhenquist!

Lets call upon Kennedy, and just one more, let it be Stevens.

I heard them whisper, its in the bag. Another foe, nefariously beaten.

HAPPY VOTING TO ALL, AND A PROPER DISENFRANCHISEMENT TO MANY.

By B. Bell