User:Yikey



Old Man River! That seems far too austere for a name For something made of mirth and rage O, rolling red-blood river vein If chief among your traits is age You're a wily, convoluted sage

Is "old" the thing to call what rings The vernal heart of wester-lore? What brings us brassy myth-made kings? And pre-ponderance of bug-type things.

To challenge titans come before? Demiurge to a try at avalon-once-more! And what August vitality In your wide aorta stream You must have had to oversee Alchemic change of timber beam<BR> To iron, brick and engine steam!<BR>

Your umber whiskey waters lance<BR> The prideful, sober sovereignity<BR> Of faulty-haloed temperance<BR> And wilt her self-sure countenance<BR> Yes, righeousness is vanity<BR> But your sport's for imps; not elderly<BR>

So if there's a name for you, a migrant mass,<BR> Of veteran frivolity<BR> That snakes trough seas of prairie grass<BR> And groves of summer saffafras<BR>

A name that flows as roguishly<BR> As gypsy waters; fast and free<BR> It will be your real name; Missisippi.</i>

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