“The time has come,” the Walrus said,
“To talk of many things:
Of shoes–and ships–and sealing-wax–
Of cabbages–and kings–”
Of who will win tomorrow’s vote
And what the future brings.
And I, for one, am tired of
The choice of evil less
And Neither do I wish to win
For both would be a mess.
And so instead I vote to change
This system from the past,
For these two parties failing us
To come an end at last.
For if they get just five percent
Another could arise
To change the nation’s standards
Right before our eyes
“I weep for you,” the Walrus said:
“I deeply sympathize.”
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.
“O Oysters,” said the Carpenter,
“You’ve had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?’
But answer came there none–
And this was scarcely odd, because
They’d eaten every one.