[pablo-me]

Each morning I get up at four
and in the coffee cup I pour,
water so hard a geologist is present
and a brew so bitter,
it's not fit for peasants.

Driving away in my new car,
I swerve hard to the side
avoiding crater-like monster holes
city road crews like to hide.

I pass two I-80 exits sadly
as they are still under construction.
Omaha roads are usually broken
but don't count on a tax reduction.

Your moneys' needed for education
and lots of social aide.
The schools are becoming all bi-lingual
but Pablo still can't make the grade.

Rolling down the window
"Hey, where's the fresh air?"
It's either the meat plant,
the grain mill,
or an air biscuit floated
courtesy of the mayor.

Grabbing my breakfast,
it's only a bagel.
I can't afford more,
thank you Chuck Hagel.

After work I'll socialize
in search of Husker beavers.
But Nebraska tight-ends don't exist,
they're all just wide-recievers.

There is no choice,
give in and surrender.
And enjoy this town
like it's one big bender!

[Steve_W]

ummmm...yeah....

[mattpoulsen]

"Social Aide" is a STATE ISSUE.

And highway and interstate construction projects are funded by state and/or federal funds.

But, nevertheless, cute poem.