‘‘Twas the Night before US Elections when all through
the Lands, Many People were Stirring… // Nov 2, 2020

Twas the night before US elections, when all through the lands,
Many people were stirring, some with shaking hands;
The ballots were put in the boxes with care,
In hopes that Joe Biden soon would be here;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of a safe future danced in their heads;
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down from a long ordeal’s nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the hopeful land,
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a jolly Joe Biden, and wonderful cheers.

With a strong wise statesman, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Joe Biden.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

“Now, DECENCY! now, HONESTY! now, GOODNESS and WISDOM!
On, JOBS! on SUCCESS ! on CLIMATE PLAN! and HEALTHCARE!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash 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 house-top the coursers they flew,
With the team full of Policies, and Joe Biden too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each Joe vote.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the victory platform Joe Biden came with a bound.

He was dressed all in smiles, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with true grit and hard work;
A bundle of good policies he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a saviour just opening his pack.

Joe’s eyes — how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His knowing smile was drawn up like a bow,
And the stubble on his chin was as proud as the snow;

Donald Trump had a grimace he held tight in his teeth,
And the anger and tension encircled his head like a wreath;
He had an orange face and a enormous round belly,
That shook, when he ranted like a bowlful of smellies.

He was chubby and plump, a right lying old con,
And I cringed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
An evil look in his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had everything to dread;

He spoke many words, not one of them true,
And blustered and raved; then turned like a jerk,
And laying his finger into obscene gestures,
And giving a snarl, to the golf course he fled;

He sprang to his limo, to his proud boys gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
DAMN YOU AMERICA, FOR VOTING ME OUT.
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