Some come to Sarasota
For the Beautiful Sunsets
The last glow in the evening
The phosphorescence in the water
'Don't Complain, If Your Mouth Is Full.'*
Once was a farmer so bold and proud
Who in the small town, stood out in the crowd.
On the hyena and the Mockingbird
The hyena's laugh was his last
This meal, not his best
You sir, have a talent
In relating many a most memorable event.
Did they happen only yesterday?
Perhaps in memory they'll stay.
Animals tame and animals feral
prowled the Dark Ages in search of a moral:
the canine was Loyal, the lion was Virile,
rabbits were Potent and gryphons were Sterile.
See the bulbous body
Slither through the rocks
On the desert floor.
No caps here for the intent
Is to diminish the title; time well spent,
For the laureates that abound
Are for the most part hide-bound.
The Mad Hatter of Sacramento
There's a Town that deserves no pity,
Not far from famous Davis city;
The Evolution of Gabby Gaiil
Remember the doll with the string sticking out
Pull it and you’d hear her say (or shout)