A Holiday Poem:
Subject: 'Twas Some Weeks Until Christmas
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> Twas some weeks since election and all through the land,
> Gore was still demanding more recounts by hand.
> The briefs were all filed in the courtrooms with care,
> In hopes that more Gore votes would fall from thin air.
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> The lawyers were raging like runaway trains,
> While visions of Al Gore danced in their brains;
> With ma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
> We'd had about all we could take of this crap.
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> When then on the news there arose such a clatter,
> I turned up the TV to see what was the matter.
> A statement was coming, it'd be here in a flash:
> Al Gore would keep "fighting"- he needed more cash.
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> More partisans saying the vote was still out,
> "It's over, go home!" I wanted to shout.
> When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
> But the eight-hundredth lawyer we've seen now this year.
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> A little old lawyer - liberal right to the core,
> I knew in a moment he represented Al Gore.
> More rapid than weasels his campaign they came,
> And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
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> "Now, David! now, Daley! we've got to take action!
> On, Gephardt! where's Warren? let's bring Jesse Jackson!
> Find me some votes, I don't care what the cost!
> I will never concede an election I've lost!"
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> Bush has won Florida, but the Donkeys cry foul,
> They won't take a winner, unless he's named "Al."
> So 'round and 'round Florida, the coursers they flew-
> Complaining the ballot was confusing to Jews.
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> And then, in a twinkling, they'd filed more suits,
> As the nation was wishing they'd diverge from this route.
> As I let out a sigh and was turning around,
> Candidates spoke with flags in the background.
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> The polls were all showing Gore's support falling,
> So he appeared on TV to answer the calling.
> A bundle of chads he had flung on his back,
> Though he looked like a peddler, he went on the attack.
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> His chads-- they were pregnant! they were hanging! or dimples!
> "Count them!" he yelled, while Bush broke out in pimples.
> Gore's droll little mouth then drew up in a sneer,
> And the way these "votes" counted made me shudder with fear.
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> Those bozos in Broward- two should be arrested-
> "Vote for Gore!" the two said, as the other protested.
> That charade really stunk, the whole process was smelly,
> And our system - it shook, like a bowl full of jelly.
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> Al's quite a sore loser, not a jolly old elf,
> Obviously this guy is in love with himself.
> A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
> Soon gave me to know his campaign's never dead.
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> As he sends more battalions of lawyers to work,
> We're starting to think that this guy is a jerk.
> We'd be much better off if he'd end this sad game-
> All of these recounts have come up the same.
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> Will Gore come to his senses? To his team give a whistle?
> Will they all fly away like the dawn of a thistle?
> Will we hear him exclaim, as he finally pays heed:
> "Merry Christmas to all, and at last... I CONCEDE
