Heroic northern counties celebrated inspired historical fathers
Cobb, Jackson, Gordon, Madison, Oglethorpe
Lincoln, Fulton, Gwinnett caused pride-swollen hearts
Midrange counties focused Washington with spotlight
Glowing amidst one hundred fifty-nine lesser stars
Double-booked city and county reservations
No wonder all are confused
Edible southern counties reminded naming fathers
Hunger inherent in daunting tasks
Hunger corrupted prideful naming
Hence I ate Georgia unwillingly
One Early morning, Cook dripped Long, Crisp Bacon
On paper plates Miller made and cup to drink Macon
Worth the Coffee poured in Pierce(d) Clay Ware
Baker of sweet Peach cobbler geared for a Tift
Agreed to Clinch the deal with apple pie
A McIntosh yanked off fertile orchard
Delectable Pike from Brooks filled bellies
Grilled with luminous Twiggs raging with fire
Stationed on Banks with a Seminole and a Hart
Taylor sewed, Webster wove Bibb for anyone
Candler and Dooly used to carry our wounded
Who could not sit on the Butt in mess Hall
Our leader, a Baldwin, caused female fainting fits
Forming a Troup(e) and a Dade like children
Had to Dodge fast while Fannin’ our wounded
Not for the fainthearted, no Quitman here
Sharp-toothed Talbot smelled danger near the Stewart
Crossing many Towns, noises near we Heard
Enemies swore to fill us with Jones
And we, unwilling to give in to Burke
Clutched priceless Jasper fiercely
A Muscogee, a Turner sharpened weapons
Defending Liberty, we chanted, “Emanuel!”
Phew! Glad I ate Georgia first
Couldn’t handle all that on empty stomach
©2011Francesohanenye, all rights reserved.
(I read this humorous poem at the Georgia Writers' Association's end-of-year party on 12/10/2011. It contained the names of 56 Georgia counties out of its 159!)
--My dream has loved paper so much for so long because it gave influence to the parched voice of a fashionista poet. Finding this outlet, that voice is now replete with expressive sound.
Cobb, Jackson, Gordon, Madison, Oglethorpe
Lincoln, Fulton, Gwinnett caused pride-swollen hearts
Midrange counties focused Washington with spotlight
Glowing amidst one hundred fifty-nine lesser stars
Double-booked city and county reservations
No wonder all are confused
Edible southern counties reminded naming fathers
Hunger inherent in daunting tasks
Hunger corrupted prideful naming
Hence I ate Georgia unwillingly
One Early morning, Cook dripped Long, Crisp Bacon
On paper plates Miller made and cup to drink Macon
Worth the Coffee poured in Pierce(d) Clay Ware
Baker of sweet Peach cobbler geared for a Tift
Agreed to Clinch the deal with apple pie
A McIntosh yanked off fertile orchard
Delectable Pike from Brooks filled bellies
Grilled with luminous Twiggs raging with fire
Stationed on Banks with a Seminole and a Hart
Taylor sewed, Webster wove Bibb for anyone
Candler and Dooly used to carry our wounded
Who could not sit on the Butt in mess Hall
Our leader, a Baldwin, caused female fainting fits
Forming a Troup(e) and a Dade like children
Had to Dodge fast while Fannin’ our wounded
Not for the fainthearted, no Quitman here
Sharp-toothed Talbot smelled danger near the Stewart
Crossing many Towns, noises near we Heard
Enemies swore to fill us with Jones
And we, unwilling to give in to Burke
Clutched priceless Jasper fiercely
A Muscogee, a Turner sharpened weapons
Defending Liberty, we chanted, “Emanuel!”
Phew! Glad I ate Georgia first
Couldn’t handle all that on empty stomach
©2011Francesohanenye, all rights reserved.
(I read this humorous poem at the Georgia Writers' Association's end-of-year party on 12/10/2011. It contained the names of 56 Georgia counties out of its 159!)
--My dream has loved paper so much for so long because it gave influence to the parched voice of a fashionista poet. Finding this outlet, that voice is now replete with expressive sound.
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