Stopped counting ballots and NYT which had been predicting Trump all night just switched its dial toward Biden.
PLEASE .WIN SURVIVE THE SURGE
'Twas the night before Trumpsmas, and all through .win
The cenitpedes were stirring, waiting for the vote to begin
The memes and the shitposts were upvoted with care
With hopes that GEOTUS would see them there
No autists were sleeping, awake in their beds
While memories of the first term replayed in their heads
Like when out from on Twitter arose such a REEEEEEEEEEEE
Mitch and the Senate replaced R.B.G.
We defeated impeachment and the leathery old hag
Shadilay at HWNDU and capture the flag
And when 9/11 got new meaning, what a relief
Hillary got chucked into a van, side of beef
Then what to my wondering eyes did appear?
Fake news hadn't learned: "Joe's victory is near!"
Mods declared what to do: "Just like 2016,
Take over the web: deploy the memes!
On Pepe, on Wojak, on original content!
On Corn Pop, on 'look, fat', trunalimunumaprzure!"
Then came tweets from St. Donald, the mods insta-stickied
"We'll win this election, and we'll win it BIGLY!"
They kept coming and coming, high energy all
Topped only by one, the rallying call:
"Two scoops, two genders, two terms at first light.
Merry Trumpsmas to all, now let's MAGA all night!"
