A short post-election poem
[Sorta brings a tear to your eye]:

The election is over, the talking is done

Your party lost, my party won

So let us be friends, let arguments pass

I’ll hug my elephant, you kiss your ass

Keats, Shelley and Wordsworth are humbled...

I'm stealing it!!!!!!!!!!!!

I would almost expect it to be prefixed with:
"A po-ehm by Henry Gibson"

(the old guys here know what that's about)