Loyalty Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

There once was a man from La Jolla
he could preach so it sure would annoy ya
'on the 4th', he would brag
'I shall burn your damn flag',
he'd forgotten about paranoia.

So he went to the city's own square
all the folks said that he wouldn't dare.
And they all stood in awe
when he first burned the bra
of a fine looking woman, now bare.

And he called her the Mom of the Nation
born and bred here, and no imitation.
So the people surrounded
the two boobs that had founded
and they all gave a standing ovation.

Now the man saw his God-given chance
all the citizens were in a trance.
With a match made in China
there, in North Carolina
he performed a most treacherous dance.

But the people still stood there, adoring
what democracy stands for, ignoring
the most obvious clues
that all rams and all ewes
would forever find royally boring.