Poetry of Kansas

Legislative Superfluity

It's got to be so nowaday
There is a law for everything;
Our legislatures grind away
In winter time and bonny spring.
And every chap who has a squeal
Goes round and wags his under jaw
And hands you out this tiresome spiel:
"I think there ought to be a law."
 
Wild-eyed reformers, filled with dreams,
Orate till their suspenders burst,
But when they hatch their little schemes
They try them on their neighbors first.
They warn us on the village street
That we should change our minds and socks,
They tell us what we ought to eat
And how to set our eight-day clocks.
And if we will not stand their josh,
Resentment rises in their craw.
They say: "I guess you will, b'gosh!
Pervided we can git a law."
 
I find that I am that way too
And so I'll go to aid the cause
And try to get a law put through
To stop this fad of making laws.
 

Verdigris Valley Verse
Albert Stroud
(Coffeyville, Kansas: The Journal Press. 1917)
Page 81

 
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