Will Going South Cure My Election Blues? Written In Rhyming Fashion.

The voting is over, time to move on

I'm ready for some music and a happy song

Calypso music is what I long to hear

The days are turning cool and dark clouds hover near

My muse nudging me, " Let's go south, there's absolutely nothing to fear

Remember how much fun we had when we blew all caution in the wind

The lazy day's of sunning on the sandy beaches, seeing new faces, a new found friend "

I'm sick of watching the news on TV

Enough is enough. I want to be set free

Whatever happens will occur, that's for sure

Yep, sitting in the sun is a possible cure

For this media madness, the riots, the what if's?

I'm sick of it all if you get my drift?

So I'm packing my bags and heading for interstate fifty seven

In about sixteen hours I'll arrive in sunshine heaven

My cell phone will be turned off. The radio will be playing hillbilly rock

Perhaps in time I'll get over this election aftershock

Whoopee, I think I'm over the dreaded ole writer's block!