Change For The Worse Poem by Ima Ryma

The polls opened after midnight
To vote, so this good Democrat
Shortcutted through woods in delight
To be the very first one at
The voting place, so that I would
Do duty to help the left win.
That outcome would be very good
For my party, I was all in.
But under light of the full moon,
A werewolf bit me on my throat.
I managed in time opportune
To be able to cast my vote.

I did change from a left wing man
Into dreaded Republycan.