There was a young man from the West,
He did what he could for what he thought best;
But election came round;
He found himself drowned,
And the papers will tell you the rest.
Putting aside that a pre-teen youngster had an impressive interest in national politics, most surprising is that Pound was using a simplistic traditional form. Granted, we can't fault a juvenile for using a juvenile form. But, keep in mind that years later, he will be hailed as one of the greatest of Modernists.
Pound was above all an aesthete who believed in art for art's sake — some may say even an elitist. Legend has it that he claimed to be the "grand-nephew" of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (which is not quite the case; their relation is very distant). Rather than showing pride for his connection to the only American poet honored in Westminster Abbey's Poet's Corner, Pound said it made him ashamed. He and other Modernists had a strong distaste for "Fireside Poets" like Longfellow, whose whole practice of poetry was teaching lessons.
*I am indebted to The Cambridge Companion to Ezra Pound, edited by Ira Bruce Nadel. The above image is of the young Ezra Pound with his mother in 1898.