Reader offers election day poem

Published 12:30 am Sunday, October 24, 2010


‘Twas the night before Election Day

And all through our nation

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There was great fear and anger

And utter desperation!

I, in my bathrobe

With a cat in my lap

Had just turned off the TV,

Wanting no more political crap.

When all of a sudden

There arose such a roar

When I looked out my window

I nearly fell on my floor.

Out on my front lawn,

A helicopter had lit.

Obama and his gang exited,

And they all seemed in a snit.

Up to my window,

Obama he did scurry.

He robbed me at gunpoint

And he did it in a hurry.

“Give me your money;

You can’t keep it.” he said.

“You must give it to me,

It all belongs to the Fed.”

They had come for my wallet;

They wanted my pay,

To give to those

Who had never worked for a day!

He snatched up my money

And ran out my back door.

I looked for a tax receipt,

But that wasn’t in this Obama score.

After going over town

Stealing from the middle classes

They threw the money in a giant bag

That was labeled. “For the Masses.”

He then rallied his henchmen

To board his aircraft at dawn.

And with an awful roar,

They lifted from my lawn.

“Don’t worry” he screamed

As they flew out of sight

“Those gutless voters down there

Will never stand up and fight.”

So I leave you to ponder

On this one final note —

If you don’t like Socialism,


Get out there and vote!

Ed Field

Natchez resident