Autumn leaves are ablaze with their colors,
New Hampshire is awaiting its fate,
The Groksters will be there, and have promised to bare
Any deviance at the polls, November 8th.
Although Repubs have been holding both Houses,
Overconfidence can sometimes backfire.
The Dems are so woke, it’s become a bad joke,
But we might still go up in the pyre.
Skip and Steve have got the details worked out
For Legislature, Executive Council, and all,
With blessings and graces for the three federal races.
Too bad Ol’ Maxwell had to throw in the towel.
Lily Tang didn’t quite make the finals,
The Baxter Brothers fell short on the coast,
LaPlante, Fenton, and Huff, made respectable puff,
But Leavitt, Burns, and Don Bolduc won the most.
While the Sun King remains on his throne,
Holding scepter and orb, in a trance,
Will the wave really be red? if not, we’re near dead.
Next Tuesday’s our very last chance.
Who gave Em Ewe Ar the right to pick questions?
The debates were pretty close to a farce,
It’s sad when the mandate, for each intelligent candidate,
Is just not to fall on your arse.
Do you know that We-the-People-dot-org
Supplies a handout with good write-in names?
Much Granite was involved; Grinnell made The Resolve
An idea that may win national fame!
Wooing Dems is essential this time,
Dear Repubs, please get that through your head.
I say let your doubts fester, Go down to Manchester,
And hug Blues so hard they turn Red.
