The Ginger In India Poem by Douglas Scotney

In America
'awesome' rhymes with blossom
possum toss 'em and boss 'em
and at a stretch,
macro- and microcosm.

In Australia
it's foursome
saw some wore some and tore some.

You'd think 'coss' would be more of a word
than just 'about 1 and 3/4 miles in India',
which only rhymes with 'windier'
unless you say 'Injure',
when you've got cringer
ninja whinger infringer
impinger
and God, the ginger
they grow in India.