There was an old man from New York

Who always ate meat with a fork

He stuffed his mouth full

With a fork full of bull

Which he sprayed on his friends while he talked



Analect Brown, I declare

Was first one out, last one there

He never would work

If he thought he could shirk

Which his colleagues all thought most unfair



A politcal hack from West Texas

Didn’t bother with truth said "why vex us?”

He told it so long

The truth is all gone

Now no one remembers the nexus




An itinerant preacher from Vegas

Preached "disasters are sent for to plague us"

After sounding alarm

By bringing us harm

God sent his own son here to save us


All Writings and Images Copyright ©  Peter Huddleston Updated February 2017