Florida, Redistricting

‘Twas the Night Before the Redistricting Trial…

‘Twas the night before trial, and all through the house,

Not a creature was stirring, save the click of my mouse;

The maps were all mounted by the desk with care,

In hopes that an end of the redistricting saga would soon be there;

The analysts were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of convex hull scores danced in their heads;

And Cantero in his suit, and Ramos in his cap,

Had just settled their brains for a long intellectual thought nap;

But then in the courtroom there arose such a clatter,

I sprang to the Florida Channel to see what was the matter;

Away to the TV I flew in a flash,

Tore open the case files eager for backlash;

The Christmas full moon gave off such a glow,

Giving lustre of midday to objects below;

When what to my wondering eyes did appear,

But damning emails from RPOF that made the Senate fear;

We downloaded the files ever so quick,

All the scandal available with only one click;

More rapid than eagled the information came,

I laughed and hollered and called them out by name;

Now Data Targeting! Now DLP! Now Gaetz and Bradley!

On Galvano! On Simmons! On Brandes and Grimsley!

You moved the lines there?! That powerline will be the districts’ wall!

So go away! Go away! Independent Redistricting Boards await you all!

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