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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=575795" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Creation of John McCornack</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=575795" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">By the shores of Okie-homee, <br>By the dusty, sunburnt trailway, <br>Stood the wigwam of McCornack, <br>(Man-child of the corn-McCornack) . </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=575795" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Twas a time in days before-yee, <br>'Fore the earth's primordial goo days; <br>Days of frontier exploration, <br>(Days when men were men-the yore days) . </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=575795" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Brutal was the landscape'round him, <br>Cowboys, Indians, scorpions plenty, <br>Tumbleweed and snakes abounding; <br>Threat'ning life of John-McCornack </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=575795" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Learned to hunt when just a ba-bee. <br>Stalked the prairie dog and hen. <br>Bagged coyote for the table; <br>Fed the village well-McCornack. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=575795" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Sporting youth in Okie-homee, <br>Searching for a game for skill <br>Dreamed up hoops for competition; <br>Taught his manly friends-the hoop-game. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=575795" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Soon there was a statewide tour-nee. <br>Playing guard and forward jointly, <br>Whipped their butts in just two quarters. <br>(Named to hall of fame-McCornack.) </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=575795" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Enterprising was the teen-lad, <br>Throwing pots to sell to lnjuns. <br>Sold the rattles from the rattlers; <br>Sold them back to snakes-McCornack. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=575795" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Enterprising was the man-lad. <br>Had a chain of roadside stands <br>Selling shares in oil wells local. <br>(Holes were long since dry-the oil holes.) </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=575795" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Standing on a dusty heap-ee, <br>Noting that his neck was red'ning, <br>Sighing that he'd done it all, <br>Climbed aboard a mule-McCornack. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=575795" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">To the west was Califor-nee, <br>To the south, New Orleans shoreline; <br>But the mule chose going northward, <br>Bearing Okie's son-McCornack.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=575795" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Presented at my Caterpillar Retirement Party</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=John+McCornack">John McCornack</a></strong></div>

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