To Force a Rhyme

the men who hang the Mexicans from trees
go home to their families
roll down their sleeves
they don't talk about the festivities
if you please
they'd rather attend to their potatoe and peas
it is improper discuss matters such as these
at the table in front of the kiddies
we mustn't put them ill-at-ease
it is unbecoming, impolite, and if it were up to me
I have my reservations, for you see
how they spoil the view and sour the breeze.


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