‘Twas the night before voting, when all through the web
Not a creature was stirring, except maybe Mouse;

The absentee ballots were all cast with some care,
In hopes that Barack soon would win there;

Anne was nestled all snug in her bed,
With visions of prime ballots counting in her head;
And Dan with his laptop, and I at my desktop sat,
We had just settled down for a long online chat,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my chair to see what was the matter.
Away from my Windows, I flew with my flash,
Tore open the curtains and flushed down my stash.
This noon I discussed, would the Democrats show?
Or as in past years would they just fall far below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a presidential campaign, and eight Democratic lead dears,
With a tall young candidate, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Barack.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
“Now, Dodd! now, McCaskill! now, Pelosi and Durbin!
On, Clinton! on Reid! on, Levin and Biden!
To the top of the polls! over the top of this wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away them all!”
Thundering like a hurricane Katrina, they fly,
Doing better’en a heck of a job, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With a presidential campaign, and Barack Obama too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The dancing and calling was victory’s proof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down with the electorate, Barack came with a bound.
He was dressed all in blue, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were untarnished from McCain’s ashes and soot;
A bundle of ideas he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a statesman not just part of the pack.
His eyes — how they twinkled! his spirit was merry!
His prospects were rosy, like a slot with three cherries!
His eloquent mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And his once black hair now had a dusting of snow;
The stump of his speech came through the white of his teeth,
And our hopes encircled his head like a victory wreath;
He had a thin face and no sign of a belly,
He shook, when he laughed and knew about Nelly.
He was tall and quite slim and confident of himself,
And I cheered when I saw him, and felt good of myself;
A Palin wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all his campaign promises; and turned out that jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the election returns he did rose;
He sprang back to campaign, to his team 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,
“Happy Election to all Dems, and to the rest, good-night.”