Arizona, I hope Diamondbacks next year will win it all.
Nevada, may your gambling state long reign.
As I watched in horror states turn red and drop the ball,
I wondered at four more years spent in pain.
Florida looked good at first, then came Miami Dade.
Texas held some mild surprises, then blue got waylaid.
Georgia, thanks to Stacey Abrams, held out early hope.
So did Carolina, for a while, then, later, nope.
Minnie, Michi, Wiscy, Illi built their midwest wall.
Only problem there: it looked like Penny just might fall.
Then, up stepped Arizona, and it opened a new lane.
It turned a red state blue in memory of John McCain.
And then there came Nevada, with its memories of shooting.
A state that suffered his four years stepped up to do the booting.
And so, a blue line runs from Texas border to Seattle,
leaving Trump’s mouthpieces crying foul about the battle.
“We will win Pennsylvania,” screams Eric, the dumber son.
That’s great, blockhead; it means your daddy only lost by one.
It’s still not quite official. We await the checkered flag.
But that’s soon due. The winning blue votes linger in the bag.