Werdz Poem by Edmund V. Strolis

Was it true that I heard a discouraging word?
In the tidy town of Zin-Zan, that seems most absurd

But what the mayor heard was really quite true
Frozen like a Zancicle, he knew not what to do

He tugged at his mustache and narrowed his eyes
'If that word is heard in Zin-Zan, I would be most surprised'.

Yet just as he spoke, there it was once again
Straight into his ear from a mischievous grin

'I hear you don't care for that word in this town'
He said with the slyest of sly fox-like smiles

'You see that is why I traveled on down
My boot holes have holes from so many miles'

Then pulling a trumpet from his rattle-skin hat
He blew out the worst screeching sound

'Mayor that was horrible, we can both agree on that.
But my words are my words, in this and every town'