black wooden fence on snow field at a distance of black bare trees
Nature, poetry, satire

Dear Connecticut

Connecticum Dunkum,

Walmartum Eta Sigma”

Oh! Sweet Connecticut, tell me what,

implore others to inquire where I dwell?

To which I proudly declare, well

it’s the greater hemisphere that rests,

between New York and the Massachusetts.

Touted as the deep south of New England, ‘

often in desperate times, it is the Walmart which

is our Hyde park, where spectacles are

staged and a tongue is lashed at every Isle.

A brow is twictched, a lash fluttering;

in a pursuit of that fairest toilet paper.

In the frigid colds locals turn inwards,

snugging their priveldge and old charms.

And when odious winter hours become unbearable,

journeys are embarked on the pilgrimage;

to the nearest station, to maintain a visage.

Lord is the witness, for the stock exchange

farmers toil hard, to extract wine out of the;

unripe blueberries and gaze with snobbery,

and the exalted pride.

Every big man, you once encountered has moved,

while earthly nymphs in their fair bosoms;

are secretly hatching a conspiracy to fly out.

For humble folks, rising tempers and taxation

has turned friends into foes. But don’t

get me wrong, when the springs abound;

everything once again turns into mirth and merry.

Highest praise is due to our well-bred dame,

lady Martha Stewart whose mansion is not that

far away, and now you know why;

everyone’s future look so down and trodden.

But behold, don’t fret or fume, both beer

and bear has been on a steady incline.

A matchless diversity we often look with disdain

at those, who are neither old nor affluent and

frown upon those whose appearances

don’t match with our very own.

Despite the hardships abead, both

natives and the migrants bask in it’s glory alike,

while secretly dreaming about the

sun-shine city of Florida.

For all you lovely folks out there,

I intend no harm here,

so repair your charms,

and after reading simply move on!

10 thoughts on “Dear Connecticut”

    1. Thanks Drac for your kind words. I’ve always enjoyed mock-epic poems. The state motto of Connecticut is, “ very soon we are moving out” literally every person you’ll meet here will tell you the same. Mark Twain knew it all along, his house is not far from mine!

    1. Michigan is even colder than Connecticut 🥶, I’m dreaming of spring and margaritas too…. I’m glad you enjoyed my poem. Thank you 🙏

      1. So you know how it is, I’ve just been back from Dubai so I’m feeling more cold than normal!

    1. I’m really glad you liked it and found it humorous. Yes it’s a bit longer than my other poem, thanks for your time.

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