Florida Election November 2010 Poem by James McLain

Twangy and her drawl sweet country
and can she like the sea?
Feather me 'Dear and hope is not a law suit
against his/her and our turned brothers
and your others my sisters.
Being this bed is ours this Florida,
where proffits lie.
Crist white linnen sheets the others may do.
Mothers, fathers the other said,
his will be as are the rest clouds in heavan then.
Being counseled wise unlike, I.
Having, I never had but the state, asketh I.
Deals gone sour, I hate lemonade.
When our roads lead off to cross where?
A party thrown for parties, I have naught.
Can I, will I, can not ever.
Put Rubio I think to rest to most think, lest a pretty blond
come up too shear some others lost sheep.