Friday, August 5, 2011

Timely Poem

Found this and thought I'd pass it on as very appropriate these days,

Twist

Ode to Texas

The devil wanted a place on earth
Sort of a summer home
A place to spend his vacation
Whenever he wanted to roam.
So he picked out Texas
A place both wretched and rough
Where the climate was to his liking
And the cowboys hardened and tough.
He dried up the streams in the canyons
And ordered no rain to fall
He dried up the lakes in the valleys
Then baked and scorched it all.
Then over his barren country
He transplanted shrubs from hell.
The cactus, thistle and prickly pear
The climate suited them well.
Now the home was much to his liking
But animal life, he had none.
So he created crawling creatures
That all mankind would shun.
First he made the rattlesnake
With it's forked poisonous tongue.
Taught it to strike and rattle
And how to swallow it's young.
Then he made scorpions and lizards
And the ugly old horned toad.
He placed spiders of every description
Under rocks by the side of the road.
Then he ordered the sun to shine hotter,
Hotter and hotter still.
Until even the cactus wilted
And the old horned lizard took ill.
Then he gazed on his earthly kingdom
As any creator would
He chuckled a little up his sleeve
And admitted that it was good.
‘Twas summer now and Satan lay
By a prickly pear to rest.
The sweat rolled off his swarthy brow
So he took off his coat and vest.
"By Golly," he finally panted,
"I did my job too well,
I'm going back to where I came from,
Texas is hotter than Hell."

- Author unknown

4 comments:

Delirious said...

:D

This has been a mild summer for us so far. We usually get one cool month, but we've had two, so I'm kind of afraid of what is yet to come!

Nene said...

My trip to Dallas made me so sad to see field, after field, after field brown and dried up. I don't think I saw any green until I got past Wichita Falls, and then it wasn't even that green. Several farmers were plowing under their fields of shriveled crops.

Dee Ice Hole said...

It made me sick when I flew from Dallas to Albuquerque and saw all the brown farms that weren't under irrigation due to the drought. I never saw any green grass until I got to Alpine Lake---and that was only around the riparian area of the lake and stream. No wonder the Wallow Fire got so big.

Raymond Stark said...

The devil has no power to create,
But only a greed to imitate,
To attribute such is a mistake;
So in blasphemy, let's not innovate.