And the sad, uncertain features of the various media creatures,
Thrilled me -- filled me with fantastic Hopes never felt before,
Seeing newsmen, barely started, looking like someone had farted,
Stating all the winners; one, two and four".
"But where was three," I wondered, "between two and four."
That was it and nothing more.
Presently, my soul grew stronger; hesitating there no longer,
Switching Fox for other channels, hoping to find more,
But the fact is I was sleeping, when awakened by the screeching,
Of Pundits over reaching, over reaching on that score,
That I scarce was sure I heard them -- Here I forced the volume more.
Darkness there and nothing more.
Deep into my soft recliner, had a beer (I'm not a minor),
Doubting called my neighbor down the hall,