State of disrepair, are we in?
Traveler take offense.
Amusement parks are sorry lands
To trespass against
Odds. Iowa is the honey,
Desecration of trees.
Intolerable fields of wheat,
Apple pie strip tease.
Butter for the crust, and what else?
Bundles of sticks for fire,
Appointments to see eye doctors,
Next to them bees aspire.
Deserts make a hot oasis,
Overworked Israel.
Normal seasons, the four per year,
Orchard our next meal.
Arduous farmers are farming,
Buttoning up flannel.
Bureaus formed for the best food this
Area so ample.
Sausage has its heyday for chicks,
Scarcity of onions.
Asking prices for their rices,
Mowers might be common.
Elements to make a salad,
Nothing short of food for
Treble gods, ambrosia. Buy your
Opera glasses therefore