Friday, February 11, 2011

DOWN AT THE FOLKS

DOWN AT THE FOLKS

DOWN AT THE FOLKS

A Poem by John Crowley
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A little dig at the pompous

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DOWN  AT  THE FOLKS
 
You might have noticed
No letters past our name
We just said it straight
We don`t play no silly game
 
"Brawling city of iron men"
You may recognize the line
I think he was poet laureate
Of our United States
 
Mark Twain or more
Was made a doctor some
But never tried to press
Unless maybe the Mrs. dress
 
Don`t put on airs
If you can`t take the heat
This is our world here
And we just won`t be beat
 
We admire the real McCoy
Pay our taxes and vote
Don`t  pretend that you are great
Unless you bring a note
 
----- John Crowley
 

1 comment:

  1. Good to see you! We admire the real McCoy indeed and I am looking at it now... wonderful John! I'm glad I found you now I can follow and keep up with your latest! :)

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