My Will Rogers Poem

My Will Rogers Poem Now figure out why I named it that. Have heard there can be certain degrees Of what some people may call to appease And things like paths of least resistance Coffee and cream combined at a constant consistence. Substances not pure are considered an alloyed With an idea while inebriated have often toyed What would you think should be some sequel To going on diet after eating many beaks full. As on you spurred realizing it had occurred Instead of fine food ended up finding a word And before word was eaten up and all gone It for a while you had decided to chew on. If you tried hard and elected to be energetic Coming to conclusion poem was pathetic After shooting and spreading around the dung Inserted sharp dagger to replace your tongue. Now out in the meadow when you hear larks Sounding like they are making cutting remarks And probably, hopefully with Republican consent They can allow complainer to run for President. James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran You need a category called sarcastic.