The mud that washed upon
His porch over the dark night
And as he grins, he decrees
To canoers-by, to the corpse,
That his property value rose
"Cause now I got me summa
Dat waterfront property!"
He's reclaimed his shotgun,
Ramshackled castle from depth
He's challenged the hoodlum,
The looter, even the rescuer,
Shaking his broom, diligence
Reflected in his murky moat
Kelly
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