The Real Mccoy Poem by Hm. Nes

The Real Mccoy



The real McCoy, some say, was Bill, a shipbuilder by trade,
Who joined the ranks of rum runners that prohibition made.
'Real rum-' he boasted, 'not like them who water down their booze.'
So drink to Captain Bill, the real McCoy, and all his crews.
It's cheers for Captain Bill! The 'Real McCoy' is his good booze.

But Texans claim the real McCoy went by the name of Joe
And drove his longhorn cattle all the way to Chicago
From Abilene in Texas where they'll brand you a 'true cowboy'
If you poke two million head of cows, like Joseph 'Cowboy' McCoy.
He poked two million head of cows, 'Ol Joe the real McCoy.

And there's a boxer, 'Kid' McCoy, whose momma named him Norm.
His corkscrew punch was legend and his fists flew like a storm.
The wannabes would use his name and steal his classic moves;
So Kid was billed 'The Real McCoy' in all the ticket booths.
The real McCoy is Kid McCoy, so say the billing booths.

Elijah was a real McCoy, the son of runaways
Who fled as slaves to Canada with genius child to raise.
In Edinburgh, Elijah learned his engineering skills,
Inventing useful systems that lube locomotives still.
Elijah is the real McCoy whose genius lingers still.

Most ancient of the real McCoys is Scotland's Reay MacKay.
'A drappie o' the real MacKay' is bona fide they say.
When every article is drawn, the one that's genuine
Is whiskey Reay MacKay does raise and proudly boast, 'Tis mine.'
The 'Real McCoy' is Reay MacKay's; yes, it's the genuine.

Sunday, October 11, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: history,legend
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