Jolly's Race Poem by cheryl davis miller

Jolly's Race



The recent race in Florida’s,
a taste of things to come.
If we keep our eyes on the ball
and Democrat foursome.

Obama, Reid, Pelosi and
Billary must succumb.
For common sense to rule again
might need exorcism.

Must watch the grave yards and the polls
the dead are meddlesome.
If we make picture I.D.’s law
no more votes; postmortem.

When cool-aid pushers are all gone
we’ll rid delirium.
The recent race in Florida’s,
a taste of things to come.

c.d.m.3/13/14

Tuesday, March 18, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: politics
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