Funny Election Poems | Examples
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Waited patiently in lines to cast the vote
The turnout was expected; patience was tested
Uneasiness, hungry, and tired enough to be tempted
To leave the line, but frustration heavy in tote
Some feel it was not a honest fair win
Ballots were burned prior to election
Should there been more ballot protection
Oh well, candidate chosen with a jovial grin
Just pray this candidate is honest and true
A lot of talk of what is needed in this nation
Many voters are celebrating with elation
Some voters will continue to be sad and blue
Everybody will not be happy no matter the circumstance
Its the fate of the political experience for voters
Both parties campaign hard with ads and funny posters
Switch. Different party, its like the nation qualify for a refinance.
They said I’d win, no problem, no sweat,
But let me tell ya, folks, we’re not there yet.
The polls are fake, the news is too,
They twist my words—what else is new?
The debates? A circus, with clowns all around,
They rigged the mic, turned up the sound.
I crushed ‘em all, as only I do,
But somehow they spin it, make me look blue.
The rallies are huge, the crowds never end,
But the media? They won’t even pretend
To show what’s real—just lies they repeat.
I’m telling ya, folks, I don’t face defeat.
The lawsuits? A witch hunt, plain as day,
But I’m still here, never going away.
I’ve got the stamina, I don’t need sleep,
While my opponents, well, they’re just sheep.
Twitter’s my weapon, my words are gold,
Best tweets ever, or so I’m told.
They ban me here, block me there,
But guess what? I’m still everywhere.
So yeah, this election’s been tough, it’s true,
But I’m not one to give up the view.
The White House? It’s mine, just wait and see,
You’ll be saying “Trump” till eternity.
There once were two old white men you see,
Mr. President is who they wanted to be.
But they were both so old,
their brains had turned to mold,
and they couldn't remember for what country.
So when they started their election campaign,
We could see that they only had half a brain.
Before we reached the booth,
while searching for the truth,
we found that both men were exactly the same.
So now we are left scratching our heads you know,
trying to decide which one of them should go.
Makes no difference to me,
as to which it will be,
I guess it's eenie, meenie, minie or moe.
Why Danny, so cute, but elusive
Ornamental and yet unobtrusive
Preferring to stay
At the end of the day
In locations a tad more exclusive
Why Danny, you see, while there's cheese
In the pond and the voters to please
You could pop in to town
Take the M4 and down
To Devizes (one 'z' and two 'e's)
Why Danny, you've come from above
Like a glorious bright Tory dove
With the light on your wings
And your parachute strings
And a note signed from Boris with love
Why Danny, we've hoodies that you
Can hug if you're so moved to do
And a little white horse
And a Poundland of course
(that's a 'P' and two 'd's and a 'u')
Why Danny, we wish you were here
Come the day will you even appear
Perhaps in The Bear
Or the Pelican, yeah
Bet you won't pop in there for a beer
Why Danny, Devizes is nice
But in Wiltshire there's mud and there's ice
And Hammersmith's so
Very pleasant you know
(Spell Devizes? One 'D' and 'e' twice)
Why Danny, you're cute enough, true
But you're Boris's man through and through
And you'll only appear
About four times a year
(There's no 'u' in Devizes. Who knew)
© Gail Foster 4th December 2019
He has no laser vision, and he lacks the gift of flight.
He has no rocket car to drive; his clothes aren’t even tight.
He's a stranger to Metropolis and Gotham’s out of reach
So he spends a lot of time just South of Erie’s beach.
He fell from space and landed hard, in Cleveland, USA.
It’s not somewhere he’d choose to be, if he could have his way.
He thinks Ohio's pretty drab, and something’s gotta change
perhaps he’ll run for president; come now…it’s not THAT strange.
He can start in NYC, a sleepy little town…
to test the slogan that he’ll use: America, Get Down.
He’ll fix his tie, and light a smoke; he'll practice his quack-fu.
The platform that he's running on is always-tell-it-true.
Trump vs. Clinton’s getting old, those two both really suck.
So next year when you’re at the polls, vote: Howard the Duck!
05/27/15
Entry for Comic Book Characters
Hosted by: Shadow Hamilton
*edited 9/16 to reflect the appropriate Republican (debatable...but whatever) candidate.