Satire Sunday: A Modern Caucus Race

To be the first gave power, it was thought,
Did elevate a state's folk, or their votes
At least. And so each year, officials fought
To change their dates. As we consult our notes
We see that first the Granites lurched ahead
By weeks. The Hawkeyes did respond in kind
At first, but when a pause let clearer heads
Think carefully, the whole state changed its mind.
Let someone else endure Quadrennial Plague!
Then zoom! Equality did jump the queue...
Long story short, no sooner has been laid
The old year to its rest, yes, sad but true,
We gulp champagne, sing Auld Lang Syne, and then
Our Primaries start up, all o'er again.