Remember, remember,
The
Third of November,
In
the year of two-zero-two-oh.
I’m
quite sure we’d regret
If
we ever forget
The
day Don was defeated by Joe.
It had been four long years
Full
of anger and tears
Thanks
to Russians and racists and crooks
Who
had made their selection,
And
caused the election
To
be one for history books.
It
just didn’t make sense
That
a schmuck so immense
Could
have made it to DC at all.
But
we stopped asking why
When
folks started to die
And
our national pride took a fall.
We
were mad, we were scared,
At
the monsters who dared
Show
their face in the broad light of day.
Now
that Trump was in charge,
They
were all living large.
Neo-Nazis
could now have their say.
We
complained, we beseeched;
Yes,
we even impeached,
But
his cronies defended him still.
The
result was no soap.
We
were all losing hope
But
there is a way, if there’s a will.
When
that role Biden filled,
True,
we weren’t all that thrilled,
But
when Sanders and Warren, et al
Failed
to get the top spot,
We
all shrugged, said, “Why not?”
And
declared Mr. B was our pal.
In
the days that preceded
The
third, we all heeded
The
words of our heroes and friends.
That
the polls are all phooey
(Like
when Truman beat Dewey)
And
that we could decide how this ends.
And—oh
boy!—what a night!
As
we huddled in fright,
The
polls closed and they started the count.
One
for Don, one for Joe.
Not
one soul seemed to know
Who’d
end up with the proper amount.
So,
we all went to bed,
Our
hearts heavy with dread,
And
we hoped, come the morning, we’d know.
But
when next rose the sun,
Seemed
the count wasn’t done.
Neither
one had hit two-seven-oh.
Remember,
remember,
The
Fourth of November,
And
watching the states which might swing.
First
AZ, then MI
Fin’ly
went to our guy.
Yes,
eternally, hope seems to spring.
As
the long day wore on,
Things
looked lousy for Don.
It
seemed sure he was headed for sorrow.
But
the count in NV
Was
a slow one, so we
Once
again had to wait till tomorrow.
Remember,
remember, the FIFTH of…
No,
on second thought, don’t bother.
Pretty
much nothing happened all day.
Moving
on.
Now,
the sixth, I will say
Was
a
memorable day,
Because
two states that once had been red
Quickly
shifted to blue;
Now
the whole wide world knew
That
this thing had been turned on its head.
Then,
on day number seven,
Month
number eleven,
(Four
days later, for those taking notes)
Came
the end of this mania,
Thanks
to old Pennsylvania
And
their twenty electoral votes.
Yes,
the darkness had passed,
We
saw daylight, at last,
And
the Trumpers were fresh out of luck.
Cuz
their bigoted hero,
Far
from two-seven-zero,
Would
go down as a one term lame duck!
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Remember,
remember,
That
fateful November,
And
states marked in red or in blue.
Things
turned out how they ought…
But
it can’t be forgot
That
we still have so much work to do.
