Sunday Poetry

Election 2020

By Billie Daddario

There once was a man with an orange face and yellow hair

Who cried all the time, no fair.

He sat in his chair, shook his fist in the air,

Said, “the votes are unfair.”

I’m the best

You can test

I confess none the less

You won’t find anyone better. I’m the best.

Now my crowds are the biggest

They’re the loudest

The loyalist

And without a doubt, they’re the easiest.

“It’s no fair,” said the man with the yellow hair

As he shook his fist in the air.

Stop the votes, I’m the heir.

“It’s no fair,” said the man with the yellow hair.

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