’Twas the Eve of an Election
A poem of inspiration from ‘up there’.
Published in
Nov 3, 2020
’Twas the eve of the election,
And all through the tower,
Not a creature was stirring,
Not even Ivanka.
The ballots were stacked
In the boxes with care,
In hopes that the Russians
Would take them somewhere.
Melania in her kerchief,
And I in my mask,
Had just woken up
From a COVID attack.
When out in the streets
There arose such a racket!
I sprang to my phone
To tweet out to the planet!
They came in the window!
I saw a green flash!
I pulled on my trousers,
And looked for some cash!
Then what to my wandering eyes
Did descend,
But an alien ship
And eight tiny gray men.
My mind filled with scenes
Of destruction and hate,
And I knew right away
‘Again’ wasn’t that ‘Great’.
