Poll Poems - Poems about Poll

The Last Stop

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

When it is Time to Reflect

                                  When it is Time to Reflect

               

If we ask most Americans

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

Poll

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)

Poll Pit

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

Free and Fair Elections

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

Poll Markets

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

Leap Year's Poll Vault

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.

I Backed Into the Telephone Poll, Tears Roll, Tears Roll

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

The Poll That Matters

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

Taking a Poll

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!"

Fine Out Where Your Voting Poll

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

Santa and the North Poll

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

Voteing Poll

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

Am Your Leaning Poll

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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