Yo-yo-yo yoinked from ch-ch-ch changes...A new poem. Art or crapois?

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Yo-yo-yo yoinked from ch-ch-ch changes...A new poem. Art or crapois?

Across the Tundra, on a freezing spring night,
Mr. Smith and his sidekick came across a bar fight.
A big old beaver dam that had seen better currents
Stood out against the bar so foreign
Upon closer inspection,
And careful detection,
Mr. Smith noticed something strange.
Its single dam door hinge
Was the color of grass on the range
Not your typical dam in the sunset??s orange.

A moat surrounded that door
Like a bungalow at Hollywood and Mordor, but still there's more . . .
The door was shaped like a circus tent.
And was painted for a price of eleventeen cents.
Raising the bridge, that Smith walked on,
He gulped the words, "A Happy Revolver day, dear Wesson."
<BANG>*

*Guns are not toys unless you are playing with them.

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4 days ago
Grace, thanks? LOL It's kind of an inside joke.. I am not really a poet at all. As a matter of fact I have someone taking dictation for me right now because I am a functional illiterate. Can't read a word except "cat".. (This is the nutjob's secretary, it's true)..
So thanks again.
Sincerely yours,
Ultra something or rather...

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: 4 days ago
Grace, thanks? LOL It's kind of an inside joke.. I am not really a poet at all. As a matter of fact I have someone taking dictation for me right now because I am a functional illiterate. Can't read a word except "cat".. (This is the nutjob's secretary, it's true)..
So thanks again.
Sincerely yours,
Ultra something or rather...