GOP primary season is not over
And many think it will produce no winner
Mr. Moneybucks may claim the marbles
But I would not bet my dinner
There won't be some shenanigans
Betwixt now and Tampa
For the gods have intervened Bard-style
To wreak revenge upon the vagrant GOP
One day an etch-o-sketch
Next day new perorations from Chris Matthews
Who insists that things must go his way
Or he will pout on Martha's Vineyard
Of have a tantrum there and then
It is indeed surreal my friends
So forgive me if I say
This is not the end
