Sour Grapes

She never thought she'd ever lose the race The other candidates trailed far behind She never thought HE'D beat her for first place With pundits frankly sure he'd lost his mind She'd planned to speak the night of the elections Her friends and fam'ly come from near and far She'd take the country in new directions Her face would shine as brightly as a star The numbers never lie; they said she'd lost Grown men sank down, and they began to moan She pushed back tears; her voice she dipped in frost The race she thought was hers --- How she did groan! Today she still complains that she was robbed Her loyal base yet stunned---they sob and sob