Poem: “Small Town Visitor”

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  • #469788

    janrmcv
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    Small Town Visitor

    The Corporate Rural Development Man

    came to our little town this morn

    in a car as large

    as a garbage barge,

    and began to thus tootle his horn:

     

    “Howdy-do, you good people of Tinyville!

    What a lovely li’l place y’got here.

    I just wanted to say

    all your fears please allay;

    from this old boy you’ve nothing to fear.”

     

    He took off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves,

    and he offered cigars to the guys.

    “And now, let’s get down

    to improving your town,”

    stated he, blinking pigulent eyes.

     

    He gestured in scorn at the grassy town square

    with it’s statue of our local hero:

    “Wasted space, you must see,

    is sheer idiocy,

    and adds up to a balance of zero.”

     

    But we’ll build you a strip mall by June or July;

    incidentally, I bought all the land.”

    He chortled with glee:

    “Put your trust, folks, in me;

    we’ll develop this dump hand-in-hand!”

     

    “Now, we’re bulldozing out the old Applegate farm,

    and the widow McPherson’s, as well.

    Got a quick-money slant

    on a rendering plant,

    and I’ve heard you get used to the smell.”

     

    He told us our theater would soon be torn down,

    and a Burger King raised in its stead;

    while the Michelin Man

    would hawk tires on plan

    once the church was demolished, he said.

     

    But we like our town just as it is,

    we protested; at which the developer roared:

    “Do you think I would nix

    all this progress, you hicks?!

    Hell, the drawings are all on the board.”

     

    So saying, he tossed his cigar in the street

    and he sauntered away to his car.

    But I’m happy to state

    he left town a bit late:

    on a rail, dressed in feathers and tar.

    ~ L ~

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    janrmcv
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  • #469789

    freedomainzone
    Participant

    Funny! It was pleasant to read. I’m always in admiration of those able to keep to structured poems; rhymes and meter always are counter-intuitive in my mind, so it sets my mind a-whir to see such finely-done styles. I have to ask: is this based on something happening locally for you?

  • #469790

    HabeToore
    Participant

    That was a TREAT! A TREAT! A TREAT! I LOVE IT! It was FUN!

    I have really enjoyed reading your work but this one pushed it over the edge. I’m gonna stand up and shout it — I’M A FAN!!! I’M A FAN!!!!

     

     

     

     

     

     

  • #469791

    janrmcv
    Participant

    Chris, I’m so glad you enjoyed the poem! To answer your question, it isn’t based on any personal experience, but is simply a light-verse attempt to express my displeasure with this sort of corporate rape/pillage of small-town values.

    Popovic, what can I say? I’m humbled by your enthusiasm. Many, many thanks.

    ~ L ~

  • #469792

    Bruce
    Participant

    I like it too Lainne:) especially the last line.
    Well done,
    Elizabeth

  • #469793

    hannah_ellie
    Participant

    I loved this, too. Just a few years back, we had a celebrity and local lawyer try to purchase land to create a wasteyard right outside of our town. Not for our garbage, but for New York’s. We finally won.

    Suggestion:

    “and began to thus tootle his horn:”

    I believe the word ‘thus’ belongs before ‘began’.

    I adored the imagery of the Michelin Man. Great imagination.

  • #469794

    janrmcv
    Participant

    Thanks, Crystal. I’m glad you found the poem enjoyable, and way to go in preserving your town!

    BTW, I had to arrange the words that way in order to preserve the anapestic meter: “And beGAN to thus TOOTle his HORN”.

    Poetic license, and all that.

    ~ L ~

  • #469795

    hannah_ellie
    Participant

    Sorry about that, Ladywolf. I mistook the colon on the end of the first stanza for a period.

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