Pony Party: The Night before Super Tuesday

‘Twas the night before Super Tuesday

When all through the house

Not a creature was stirring

Not even Dennis Kucinich a mouse

The ballots were stacked

By the ballot box with care

With hopes that the voters

Soon would be there

The voters were nestled

All snug in their beds

While visions of Democrats

Danced in their heads

Obama in his kerchief

And Clinton in her cap

Had just settled down

For a long winter’s nap

When on the White House lawn

There arose such a clatter

I sprang from my bed

To see what was the matter

Away to the TV

I flew like The Flash

Grabbed the remote

Which I almost crashed

The loon on the screen

On the White House lawn

Gave me the shivers

And caused me to yawn

When, what to my wondering

Eyes should appear

But that horrid wretch

Who likes to shoot deer

I knew in a moment it must be Mr. Dick

More rapid than the Eagle Forum

His minions they came

And he whisted and shouted

And called them foul names

“Now, Russert, now, Brit Hume

Now, Billo and Hannity

On, Fox News, teh stoopid

On Matthews and Blitzer!

To the top of the screen

To the top of the wall

Now bash away, bash away

Bash away all!”

As dry leaves that before,

The wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle,

Mount to the sky,

So up to the White House

The minions they flew,

With reports Republicans,

And St. Dickless, too.

Okay, that’s all I could handle writing.

Tomorrow, I shall cast my ballot via Democrats Abroad. Feels kinda weird.