This was an earlier poem penned in the heat of the stage. This one was far more whimsical in nature and prompted by a single phrase which always ran through my mind at that point in the play.
Inherit The Wind
Mayor Buffoon
Ate the Bassoon
After the Loon
And leaving them soon
Never to swoon
And often to croon
Bur swimming a dune
While fiddling a tune
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