CAN'T GET VOTES, SO I HERD GOATS

On election day, I got no votes,

They didn't register, when tabulating the totes,

So I'll swallow my pride,

Go somewhere and hide,

And spend the next four years herding goats.

Can I Vote?

I wonder if I still can vote?

I never learned to read nor wrote,

My address is a giant tote,

Out on the bay is where I float,

I eat goat cheese from my own goat,

I don't wear cloths under my coat,

Can't sing a song, not one dang note,

If I had a sail I'd have a boat,

I wonder if I still can vote?