There was a voter, undecided,
Though I cannot fathom why;
Perhaps a faulty compass guided
Him, as days and weeks flew by.
Friends would prod, and neighbors chided
“Such an indecisive guy!”
With rapt attention undivided
All would roll their eyes and sigh.
The networks parked where he resided
(Never was he camera-shy)
The interviews that he provided
Kept the ratings climbing high.
Today, as news-mobiles collided
In his yard, I caught his eye:
“If I decide”, the man confided,
“All these cameras say good-bye!”
I was watching the PBS this evening, and they had a panel of undecided voters. This person voted for Obama last time; that person supported McCain; this person is a first time voter; that person is a lifetime Dem who is currently undecided…
Seriously? At this point? Undecided? Other countries have a campaigns that last a couple of months; we have been campaigning since the precambrian. Anyone who doesn’t know yet who they want to vote for… As you can see from my verse, I question your motives.
(Yes, this is an old verse. It’s appropriate.)