…I just wanted to show what was on the minds of the voters.
‘Twas the week of election and all through the city
The voters were agrumble; Their choices were shitty
I convened with liberals both meek and hardy
To doff beer downtown at the State of the Union Party
As the party broke up, some went to Huey’s
(Breaking rhyme pattern because what rhymes with Huey’s?)
Spence poster on the window, brochures at the door
And more than a few wadded up on the floor
And what to my wondering eyes did appear
When I stepped to the urinal to return rented beer?
This:
“Phooey,” “Hooey,” “Screwy,” “Newies,” Trying to help my homey find rhymes.
“Phooey,” “Hooey,” “Screwy,” “Newies,” Trying to help my homey find rhymes.
Not to mention Huey’s brothers, Dewy and Louie…..
Thank you, brothers. Of course, it occurred to me as I was driving to work after posting this that the party I left to go to the previously thought unrhymable “Huey’s” was in fact being held at “Sleepout Louie’s”.
I shouldn’t try to write poetry with a hangover.