Bingham Bulletin | 1919-08-22 | Page 8 | Ode to Boccaccio

ODE TO BOCCACCIO There is a guy in our town, . Who certainly is the bunk; Every time he is feeling blue, He writes some poetic junk. He uses words and phrases, Withbut respect to sense; And the meaning of his poetic gem, To most of us is dense. : He slams not his enemies, His best friends are the goats. . So when he gets something on them, He writes these poetic notes. We are not to blame for this condition For he writes Just as he thinks, So we'll take a crowbar to his brain, And straighten out the kinks. -...