Dana Chasin's blog

We seek change and see it, say the yellow bells of Iowa.
Not too fast, stay, we ask, cried the sirens of New Hampshire.
Ding dong ding dong, sang the indecisive bells on Tuesday.
Change be our song now, rang out the next ten bells.
Even we stand ready, punctuated the Potomac.
Then a slip of the lip amid the hip, bitter-sweet drip-drip...
And god-dang clang, the pastor sang.
Yes, we cling, confirmed the suffering bells of PA.
But we long since overcame, claimed the belles of Carolina.
Now we await the lady for to sing.
Ring out the old, ring in the new, tho perhaps not until June.