Reb L. Yell's Page

Come hither my children and sit on the grass. I'll tell you what happened way up there in Mass.
King Teddy had died, but there was no despair. We'll find someone else to sit in his chair.
So they cast about for a female troll. One who was vapid, and could be controlled.
Just sit and look smart, and don't move around. And then in a bit we'll hand you the crown.
But then came a truck from out of the night. Scott Brown was here and ready to fight.
He entered the fray, and drove his point home. Tis the people's seat not King Teddy's throne.

The battle was brutal and fought with fire, and soon arose the Demo's ire.
So when they thought they were under the gun, they called for help from their Chosen One.
Down he came to save the day, but many were busy, and stayed away.
If she wins he'll look good, if not no big fuss. They'd simply toss her under a bus.

So now we wait, on this fateful day. To see what happens way up on the Bay
The people have voted for a man of their own. And denied Coakley the Kennedy throne
Now all we can do is pray for the right, and vow to continue the ongoing fight.
For this goes beyond this one simple day. It could determine our nation's way