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.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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