The Debate

They smiled, shook hands and took their spots, Preparing for a fight And each made verbal jabs which filled Supporters with delight. They ducked and feinted, spewing words To bring the other down, Believing that by doing so, They’d earn themselves the crown. The moderator did his best To keep them both on track But it was hard because restraint At least one side did lack. The answer to “Who won?” depends On whom you would promote. We’ll learn the truth in several weeks When we get out to vote.

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Maurice Rigoler

Date: 10/2/2016 9:14:00 AM

Sorry, dear lady, but I'd hardly call what went on that evening a debate, more a pathetic display of adults stooping to childish wrangling. The art of debating has been lost, I'm afraid. With the world situation what it is, I doubt either one will add to its relief. / M

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 9/28/2016 1:42:00 PM

- A very special debate ..... I do not know if I should laugh or cry - I'm crossing my fingers - Great written, Ilene - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Kim Merryman

Date: 9/27/2016 10:47:00 PM

Good one, Ilene! I started to watch the debate but they weren't really saying anything new so I quit. Just a little tidbit of info that might be interesting, I went to school with and graduated high school with the moderator Lester Holt. He did our school announcements every morning for two years.

Daniel Turner

Date: 9/27/2016 5:16:00 PM

I watched Monday Night Football! If people haven't made up their minds by now, what difference is a few more weeks going to make. We certainly aren't going to learn anything new. Enjoyed the read, Mrs Ilene.