Best Buckeye Poems

 Where The Buckeye Grows

     

Down where the tender buckeye grows
And soft green leaves exposed
The creek babbles over the rocks
Indians long disposed

I can hear the laughter of the child
Smiling faces all the while
The leaders making arrows sharp
Not knowing of coming trial

Turkeys...

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To celebrate Cinco de Maio
She set her vibrator on "Gyro"
It started to hum 
When in walked her mum
 Et voilà! The State of Ohio!...

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We stopped in Cincinnati to see the cousins; that was a mistake.
We are still throwing them out of the car, they can hitchhike home.
We had never been there, and frankly seeing them was great.
But quite honestly I only came to Ohio to write this poem....

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