"Once upon a campaign dreary,
One which left us weak and weary
O'er many a quaint and curious promise of political lore,
While we nodded, nearly napping,
Suddenly there came a yapping,
As of some votes overlapping, energy-zapping to the core
'Tis a mess here,' we all muttered,
As the network anchors stuttered,
Stuttered over election lore.
Could there be another election
With such a case of misdirection,
One with such a weak selection,
Yet fraught with tension to the core?
Quoth the ravers, 'Nevermore'."