Twas the night before election day, when all through the house,
Not a voter was stirring, not even an ACORN mouse.
The chads were hung by the Diebold machine with care,
In hopes that St. Obama soon would be there.
The democrats were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of super-majorities danced in their heads.
And Barrack in his 'kerchief and Michelle in her Change cap
Had just settled down for a 10 minute nap.
When out on CNN there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the laptop I flew like a flash,
Launched IE and Firefox and prayed for no crash.
The moon on the breast of the new Google logo
Gave a luster of payday to investors below.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature poll and eight tiny pundits with beer.
With a snarky new striver, so lively and quick
That I knew in an instant this must be an RNC trick.
More rapid than cruise missiles her zingers they came,
And she whistled and and shouted and called them by name.
"Now, Plumber! now, Sixpack! now, Rush and The Right,
On Malkin, on Hannity, O'Reilly, let's all speak of Wright."
To the top of the polls, to the win for this Fall,
Now dash away, dash away, dash away all.
Okay… I've run out of time… Someone finish this for me!!!