Border business

Pop, pop, pop

drops the copper

from another hood,

a bygone era

aye so we hoped.

Hope, hope, hope

what a whopper

aye came to blows,

chaos on the border

run to the meadows.

Sop, sop, sop

aye came a cropper

now who's in the mood

for the show stopper,

pop, pop, pop

drops another whopper.

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The Sturgeon

Must we really now contemplate

the passing of sturgeon to char or skate?

The sturgeon effectuates caviar,

preferable to swill-supped salmon by far

but a dying breed, its rivers dammed,

a future less than certain. Drammed

right down to the cold, hard marble,

I hear her voice in the ether warble

a melancholy reel of reason sounder

than the garbled nonsense of the southern flounder;

The sturgeon whiskered and wise,

the flounder flatly lies.