Debates of 2044

In the presidential debates of twenty forty-four,
A man moderated, who went by the name John Bonjour.
A question he posted about each candidates' stance
Was, "Sirs, what is your exact stance on dance?"

New Whig Party candidate "Pragmatic Milly" said,
"I quite like to spin around on my head,
Dancing old school, like those 'hoodlums'
From the days of overemphasized backing drums."

Stalwart Candidate, and heir to the Morton Salt throne,
Had hidden his dancing views so well that no one had known
If this could be the question to ruin his chances
All over the kind of style of dance he dances.

"I like to hold my wife close oh so very close to me
And swing back and forth ever so slowly.
But what's this have to do with the crisis of oil?
Don't you, John, worry about our nation's toil?"

The moderator responded to him with a smile,
"Levi, oh Levi, think for a little while.
Don't you think that dance cheers up the nation?
It's almost as soothing as bogus divination!"

The Stalwart proceeded to shout that he wanted issues,
To which the only response was, "If you cry, get tissues."
Then Morton stormed off, booming steps across the stage.
He threw away an election in his little fit of rage.

The Democratic candidate looked on in awe,
As he just couldn't believe what he had saw.
He wanted to storm off just like ol' Firecracker Levi,
But he was paralyzed except for his mouth and left eye.

He couldn't respond to the moderator's question for the room was too loud.
And then each and every person in the audience, those shouting in the crowd
Turned into an angry mob, just weeks before they would be voting
And both the Democrat and Whig were killed, it's quite worth noting.

The Stalwart had gotten out just in the nick of time,
A question of dance had saved his own hind.
But he still lost the election to a political wader,
And finally the big one went to Independent Ralph Nader.