Monday, March 24, 2008

Mayor Smithly Reaches Center of Earth

A roving poet overheard Renaissance Mayor Hecot Smithly of Mulch Park, Nebraska in a coffee shop bragging to a young waitress that he had reached the center of the Eath with his giant drill. The poet immediately wrote down the information and passed it on to a Bluegreen Plant reporter who was playing miniature golf across the street. The report went like this:

Nothing on Verne
Malakov drillbit 5-4-3-2-One,
Blasting off and almost done,
Chopping end of rainbow pots all day,
Our beloved mayor gives away,
Now Mulch Park is very rich and expansive
which is good cause the coffee is god-damned expensive!
A waitress winks, he spills the beans
Lets the cat out of the bag
Leans back in the booth predicted scenes
He's sat since birth with this tag:
To the center of the Earth!!!

Tory Brandigan


Anonymous said...

That was the best poem I have ever heard.

Evelyn Timmonson

Anonymous said...

If he gets to the center of the Earth, it belongs to me, because he is drilling from my property.

Sir William Towelamp

Anonymous said...

Nice poem!!!

-Steve, the Poet

NanO said...

It must not have been that Steve guy. His poetry is really, really bad.


Anonymous said...

Wasn't this predicted by some kind of oracle--that Hecot Smithly would go to the center of the Earth? It may sound crazy, but I remember reading that somewhere.

Russel Steinhower

Anonymous said...

Why does he want to go to the center of the Earth?

Lilly Toppinger-Jefferson

Anonymous said...

That poem was utter drivel.

Dr. Willard Alacran Johnson, PHD.