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They were happily wed for fifty years but a dilemma that nettled,
Was their differing political leanings that they never, ever settled!
Every time a local or national election cycle approached,
The battle began as the virtues of their candidates were broached!
The donkey was the symbol of the party espoused by Ma.
The elephant was the emblem of the party championed by Pa.
They agreed on how to raise the kids and on matters of religion,
But to agree on political affairs? Nary one little smidgen!
For generations Ma's leanings were in-bred, she'd never convert.
Pa held similar feelings, his beloved party he'd never desert!
The slightest mention of the attributes of the opposing candidate,
Would spark another inflammatory table-pounding debate!
The outcome of elections they'd both eagerly anticipate.
Invariably one of them gloated, leaving the losing one irate!
If the man steering the ship of state committed a silly dido,
The loser danced with glee saying, "Didn't I tell you so!"
Their eternal battle even continued beyond each hallowed grave,
As on separate stones these epitaphs they did engrave:
"Here a Democrat lies! A lovely wife with the wrong party ties!"
"Here a Republican lies! A loving spouse but politically unwise!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
They were happily wed for fifty years but a dilemma that nettled,
Was their differing political views that they never, ever settled!
Every time a local, state or national election cycle approached,
The squabble began as the virtues of their candidates were broached!
The donkey was the symbol of the party espoused by Ma.
The elephant was the emblem of the party championed by Pa.
They agreed on how to raise the kids and on matters of religion,
But to agree on political affairs - nary one little smidgen!
Their eternal battle even raged beyond the hallowed grave,
As on separate stones these telling epitaphs they did engrave:
"Here a Democrat lies - A lovely wife with the wrong party ties!"
"Here a Republican lies - A loving spouse but politically unwise!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
©All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 6 in Carolyn Devonshire's "Election Humor" Contest - November 2010
this epistle per mine choice of heir apparent presidential throne
composed from one liberal minded non-conformist rolling stone
prompted awareness that one voice can affect which contestant will win
and occupy the white house after the votes get tallied from political spin
aware thy missive from an anonymous fellow and a self anointed scribe
will be carefully screened no matter opinion already cast with nada bribe
personal opinion of this sole american male of two score and nine years
that barack obama possesses that je ne sais quois diplomatic state craft
despite disparaging broadside starring paris hilton plus britney spears
the land of lincoln candidate exemplifies (to myself) a charismatic charm
in tandem with a relaxed persona and gait akin per a commoner on a farm
that nonchalant easy going affinity speaks nonverbal volumes to this chap
cringes when espying or hearing from opposing challenger whose lips flap
meaning john mccain whose hidden motives and agenda include his trap
to plant seeds of doubt per un-decided electorate causing lead to get a zap
unknown how trials and tribulations rival democratic senator from Illinois
will weather local nor global challenges and said solution he might employ
i opt for said captain to steer ship of state and exclaim to drop anchor ahoy
if via cosmic divine intercession the galloping newcomer in this horse race
ushering biracial as nominal winner televisions would show a beaming face
the political ramifications analogous to betting square outcome on this ace
i gently beg, decry, fulminate counter attack advertisements fast and quick
against those subliminal sly messages that at first blush appear airily slick
and please reach deep in that magic bag resorting to retaliatory artful trick
lest burning from the madding crowd extinguished like jack’s candle wick!