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What in summer
is so merry
as the season’s
first bing cherry?
In prison he might
have a suitor
if Bubba learned his
name is Scooter.
Amid high peaks in Andes mud
the Incas learned to raise the spud,
and tubers then for years they grew
while folks in Europe had no clue.
My hat I thus to Incas tip --
without your skills, we’d have no chip.
Laughing and yelling
and making a fuss,
summer rode home on
the big yellow bus.
They open to a width incredible
when he spies something vaguely edible;
I’d guess a hungry anaconda
might swallow whole a four-door Honda.
Blew out his life
and tore up his body:
God damn Iraq
and God damn Ramadi.
First fire, and then smoke
thick as tar in a cup,
and half of those guys
didn’t ever come up.
Will Rogers once was widely quoted
when of the government he noted
we should be grateful every day for
not getting all of it we pay for.
