Poll Cat

Poll Cat



I enter in to cast my vote

And gaze at what is offered

To fill the post of president

Two whose services are proffered



There’s dear Al Gore the rigid board,

Who’s practiced all his poses

When Clinton stood covered in crap

He assured us it was roses



He stands for change in campaign funds

He says and shows a dimple

Just please look the other way

About that Buddhist temple



A man of honor, he assures

He’ll stand for it, no fears

He’s saved it all for when he’s chief

He wasted none the prior 8 years



And then there’s Bush, the heir of all

His Daddy had before

He stands for change and lower tax

But mostly, He’s not Gore.



So when confronted with this choice,

I hold my nose and pick

Put my finger on the lever

And cast my vote and flick.



© 3/20/2000 Bart Breen

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Another political light verse.

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