294 – Boll Weevil

Poem number 294
Boll Weevil
Boll Weevil, are you evil
Is there hate in your soul
When you ruin the cotton
By chewing a hole?
Do you think of the farmers
And laugh at their plight
When you land on their acres
Of cotton at night?
You’ve sent them all broke
You’ve set them to booze
By eating the cotton
They need to buy shoes
So are you a bounder
You treacherous cad?
Or are you a victim,
Perpetually sad?
Perhaps it’s the latter,
Perhaps you’re a saint
But one thing’s for certain
A hero you ain’t
To the farmers of cotton
Those men of the south
Who’s crops all get ruined
By your massive mouth,
So be a good Weevil
Put on your church-best
And stop eating cotton,
You ignorant pest!

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