The Ballot Of David Blaine

Buy me a drink and I'll tell you a tale from back in ought-ought-ought,

That dreadful year when no choice was clear, and on and on they fought.

You'll find no ballads upon this page about that sorry race,

Instead, I think I'll give my ink to a far more worthy case.

DavidBlaine was, in the main, unburdened by deep thought

--Not a statesman or a pundit or a lawyer highly sought.

A simple man of sleight of hand, a magician without fear,

Who surveyed our solemnity, then made it disappear.

The country, it had cast its votes, then cast its eyes at Florida

Where things were looking horrid, and soon got even horrider.

The USA began to pray. Some called on Jesus Christ.

But DavidBlaine encased himself in a giant block of ice.