There’s gratitude for all of those who pleaded that I run....
Convincing were the arguments, campaigning would be fun....
Announcement day was really swell, ‘tis said without retort....
Three hundred fifty relatives showed up to give support....
The campaign posters came at last – two thousand forty-four....
Within three days they all were gone, and friends demanded more....
The day I stood there waving signs, what glory did I see?....
My bumper stickers totaled to four hundred eighty-three....
And thirteen thousand hands I shook while knocking door to door....
Behind each hand, a smiling face would pledge support galore....
Remember when we fried the fish? ‘Twas most a sight to see....
‘Cause fifteen hundred souls were there to break my bread with me....
No scheme was missed; my name was there, for all the world to see....
Twelve thousand votes – the minimum – would be the count for me....
The race was lost. I now admit a recount was not due....
But those who showed to vote for me, my thanks... to both of you....
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