Poll Poems - Poems about Poll

The last breath The last death The last phone call The last fall The last funeral The last burial The last roll The last poll The last smile The last style The last flight The last rite The last crap The last stop Alas! Somewhere There is a last That we can bear We need the past To move on in life After a barmy gaffe We weep and we laugh As we sail solo on...

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When it is Time to Reflect ...

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If one was to poll Americans nation wide and ask them if they supported apartheid. Most would defiantly deny and say, but their our allies.. If we asked most Americans do we need a wall, to bar people of color from coming here at all? Should we only let in those that resemble our kin regardless of the circumstances they are...

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A farmer drove into town. Some posters made him frown. They said, "Go to the Poll". He said,"In the pasture below?" "Right now, they're standing a'chowin'". (To understand this limerick, you must understand that a polled cow has no horns from birth)...

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The unveiling confusion, infirmity, the stars align with impunity. To mock with signs ...

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Now, rarer than a virgin By a very wide margin And being forced to take Eagle’s flights From polling stations of Ugly fights. In many countries Being hanged on their tallest trees And given a cause to grip ‘The Rescuing Near’ All the time wearing some bitter tear Free-and-fair Election Needs the greater protection Of Transparent-Election-Promoting pictures And Political- Sanity-Restoring lectures… Camera-brandishing foreign observers! And Democracy’s fiercer preservers! Inconsolably...

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Voters turn consumers Using their votes To buy money At the poll markets...

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Leap Year's "poll" vault Olympic primary trials Push-over leaps by party default others limp away with denials. Sis boom bah; blah, blah, blah, "poll'-itics and the media. ...

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On an eve in February, As I placed my gears I peruse What words I have lying around, What comes to me so heavily Is the memory of my old crushed car. So why did my foot go forward not backward And why did the flivver slap the old telephone pole, And throw me against my face. Just why did I do that, Just...

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The Poll That Matters By Franklin Price 11/6/2018 At last the poll that matters Has reached its final day The end of midterm mayhem When we voters have our say Pat yourself upon your back If you already made your choice Made your mark for who you want Had your “We the People” voice If not, be sure you take the time To get out and vote...

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After taking a new poll in southern Siam She locked the papers in a vault, tight as a clam When they asked her why She said with a sigh, "Because a poll vaulter is what I am!"...

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its up to you this you must do get there so your aware don't just stare its our gold FINE OUT WHERE'S YOUR VOTING POLL...

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he came with a bag its was sag fiill with gifts and toys for little girls and boy now he full fill his gold drop that load its back a fact SANTA AND THE NORTH POLL...

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be at the door if you poor still go like before we need golds as your told pick quick at the VOTEING POLL S...

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this you should know as you go am the brick wall incase you fall if you carry heavy load and about to fold can't make your gold AM YOUR LEANING POLL...

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