Sense Sonnet - Pumper

CaucIowa

In Iowa, tiz caucus day,
A picking season full of corn,
Not the veggie, but horserace play,
Prez candidates to laud and scorn.
We the People leave hearth and home
And travel to the caucus place
Where tongues do wag and mouths do foam
To pitch the horses in the race.
And then the voting does begin.
One by one the horses drop out,
Until just one prez horse does win.
That's what caucus is all about.

This first caucus winner gets to
Keep popping corn till next todo.