For Bad Poetry Day (a few hours late), I like to remember a local composition written a century and a half ago about a local body of water, Lake Maria Sanchez. This poem, "Maria Sanchez" was written by Sally Sunshine in Saint Augustine, Florida.
Maria Sanchez, her dugout launches
down the way.
A grim spectator, the alligator
lies in wait across the bay.
He comes and crunches Maria Sanchez
while boat and crabs her gentle husband meekly chews.
How could they eat her,
The senorita
whose story still doth make quite ill
the Spanish muse?
Was it really that hard to rhyme the word "her"?
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