Stopping By Voting Booths on a Snowy Evening

by Christopher Buckley (with apologies to Robert Frost)

"My throat is hoarse, I need a beer,
I've done my best to seem sincere.
I've flipped ten thousand griddle-cakes.
One caucus speech, and now they jeer."

"What a mess, my heart may break.
Can't a man make one mistake?
It's all enough to make you weep.
I was ahead; now I'm a flake."