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Thursday, February 23, 2012

Santorum's Slump

Rick was out of sorts last night
He lost his nerve, he lost his bite,
He didn’t mention jobs at all,
He seemed a bit uptight and small.
He said he voted for de corps esprit
Although his heart did not agree.
It seems like this may be the start
Of a tendency to fall apart
Like all the old not-Romney types
Who’ve not lived up to their own hypes.
The polls in Michigan now show
That Romney’s catching up, although
Santorum thinks that he’ll still win
That confidence just might be spin.
Once celebrated coast-to-coast,
Right now he’s looking more like toast.
Posted by Doggerelo at Thursday, February 23, 2012

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