It is reported that the general election votes are being counted and the results will soon be announced.
It rained and drizzled yesterday,
Not good, not bad, I ought to say,
But very shortly we shall see,
What the result will likely be.
I’m sitting here with glass in hand,
Expecting might be Sunderland,
To first declare then experts will,
(Although they might have little skill)
Predict the outcome overall,
If it is not too close to call.
But if it is we’ll have to wait,
For counts done at a slower rate,
So the best I can do, I think,
Is sit here and not spill my drink.
(I have, in fact, a small supply,
Of ale and lager so that I,
Can make a toast and drink it down,
Or otherwise my sorrows drown.)
It’s not yet twelve, result is here,
Now down to half a pint of beer;
If it goes on like this all night,
I fear I might get rather tight.
This first result, Newcastle Cent.,
Shows changes of some few percent,
Towards the Tories who improved,
But Labour was not there removed.
A Labour win was not in doubt,
But now the swing based on this count,
Suggests the likely outcome might,
Be Boris J has won outright.
But now we really ought to wait,
Before announcing what the fate,
Of both these men will likely be:
One won, one lost … but what of we?