Nashville State House Poem

[Wiley50]

Like Brave Ukraines
We stood again
High atop
our State House hill
windy cold
and wicked chill
numbed as if
with novacaine
Democrats
and many Greens
Constitutionals
and Liberteres
let news crews know
why we were there
Even, perhaps, two or one
good cloth-coat Republicuns
here you have
my short report
Now thinks will I
to pour a snort
Buttered rum
to warm my tum

I think it's in Idiotic Pentameter


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