Twas he night before the Election

Twas the night before the election, when all through the land
Not a politician was stirring, not even the candidates.
The ads were printed and ready to be handed out at the polls the next day
In hopes their candidate would be elected to office the next day.

The electorate were nestled all snug in their beds,
While still contemplating on who they will be voting went around in their heads.
And Obama in his pajamas, and McCain in his cap,
Had just settled their brains for a much needed late fall nap.
When out in public there arose such a clatter

They both sprang from their respective beds to see what the matter
Away to the window they flew like a flash
Opened the blinds to window always hoping there is some campaign cash.
The moon was out shining upon a nation in indecision

Shining on each citizen who scratched their head still wondering what to do
When in front of both the candidates eyes appear
But Air Force One and all its staff with their faces planted against the window from front to rear.
With the driver looking like he aged a lot in the past few years

Both candidates knew it was none other than President George Bush handling the flight gear.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
and he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
“Now Cheney, now Ms. Rice! now, Paulson and Bernake!
On Mukasey! On, Gates! on, on, Chertoff, and Bolten!

To the top of White House , to the top of the Washington Monument!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all”
As bad ideas that before the hot air of Washington fly,
When they meet with the obstacle of bureaucracy mounting very high.
So up the house top Air Force One flew,

With a jet full useless politicians and George Bush too.
And then, in a twinkling, John and Barack see the plane on the lawn
and trouble seeing who is on the jet because it is not yet dawn.
As John and Barack were taking it all in,
Out of the jet came none other than the current President.

He was dressed in his ranch clothes, from his to his foot,
An his clothes were all tarnished with plane mud right from the floors of Congress on his boot.
A bundle of reparations were he had flung on his back,
He looked like a salesman as he opened the bag.

His eyes – how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
Smiling because they were both his foe.

He was slowly taking it all in while he grinned from ear to ear
realizing today was the temporary end to the smear.
He had a broad face to go with the shine of happiness in it
That only got brighter as he laughed like had a halo lighting him up.

Regardless of his state of grace, he was a right jolly old soon to be ex-president,
while Barack and John laughed when they saw him despite of themselves!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Made John and Barack wonder what they have got themselves into with running for his job.

Bush spoke not a word, but went straight to handing them stuff out of his bag,
Giving them both items that hopefully will help in the next four years not drag.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
and giving up a nod, back up the jet’s steps he rose!

Bush sprang to Air Force One, to his Cabinet gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But they both heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
“Good luck to you both tomorrow, aenjoy your last free night!”