And all through Facebook,
Questions of Trump grabbing women, Or is Hilary a crook?
The poll workers were ready,
Tomorrow was the day.
One would have to be president,
There wasn't any other way.
The voters were nestled,
All snug in their beds,
But no one was sleeping,
They were overcome with dread.
With Daddy in his red shirt,
And Mama in her blue,
We trudged to the polls,
Not knowing what to do.
When up near the voting booth,
There arose such a clatter,
I peeked ahead in line,
To see what was the matter.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But two voters fighting,
Their eyes filled with fear.
"But what about those tax returns!"
One of them shouted.
"So what's in those e-mails?"
The other one pouted.
More rapid than eagles,
The curses they came,
And they bellowed and shouted,
And called them by name.
But what about Benghazi,
And e-mails deleted?
Whitewater and 'Pay to Play',
She must be defeated!
You want a sociopath,
With our nuclear fate?
Who has a bromance with Putin,
And incites nothing but hate?
They went back and forth,
Until red in the face.
All eyes were on them,
Every voter in the place.
Finally they tired,
Running out of fight.
They both loved America,
This just wasn't right.
When all of this is over,
And the election finally ends.
These two will still be standing,
These two should still be friends.
After they finished,
Both casting their vote.
Neither looked happy,
They were in the same boat.
One walked toward the other,
It would all be okay.
He began clearing his throat,
And started to say,
We just need to stop,
We've been friends for years.
We need to stay kind,
In spite of our fears.
We can't let an election,
Tear us apart.
We both want what's best,
We're each following our heart.
As one turned to the other,
With a twinkle in his eye,
I leaned a little closer,
Though I didn't want to pry.
And I heard him exclaim,
Ere he walked out of sight,
"We can always just hope,
For a big meteorite!"
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