The American Spectator

The Nation's Pulse

p>Once upon a midnight tickin', while I munched upon some chicken br> Scavenged from the remains of campaign fare the week before br> While I murmured, gently swaying, not knowing what I was saying, br> Suddenly I heard a braying, a braying like some loud uproar br> " 'Tis a pollster," I muttered, "out upon a late night tour." br> "I have one opinion -- nothing more." /p> p>Oy, I do recall the mood, that heartburn born of stale food br> The thought of Bromo or Alka Seltzer held so much allure br> Vainly had I with that chicken, sought emotional hide to thicken br> Against the memory that did sicken -- memory of voting for that bore br> For the bold holding of nose whilst I voted for that bore br> Colorless he for evermore. /p> p>And each sour, savage belch, I was not able to squelch

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