By Brittany Richman ‘Twas the night before voting, and all through the land,Every candidate was stirring, each taking a stand. Banners were hung by polling places with care,In hopes that the outcome would be honest and fair. The pundits were nestled all snug in their beds,While visions of polls danced around in their heads. And I, in my PJs, with ice cream piled high,Looked at my ballot and wanted to cry. When out on Instagram there arose such a clatter,I sprang to my phone to see what was ...
