Oddity
In Oddity, USA,
Folks act mighty peculiar,
The way they’re smiling all day,
But just don’t let that fool ya.
There’s something in the water
That affects the townfolks’ mood.
Every son and daughter
Prefers liquid over food.
The most blissful place you’ll find,
Is Oddity, USA,
Troubles elsewhere, they don’t mind -
The next town is miles away.
And they owe it all to Will,
Who lives by the reservoir,
Where he constructed his still,
Right on the northeastern shore.
Hundreds of acres of field,
He planted every spring.
Potatoes were his main yield,
And all the vodka they’d bring.
His still was tied to the pond,
With dozens of copper pipes.
Of the mixture, folks grew fond -
Not one drunk had any gripes.
© By RickMack (Rmrickmack@aol.com)

The Town Of Oddity
THE TOWN OF ODDITY
WHAT A STRANGE NAME INDEED
PEOPLE THERE WERE ODD
AS ODD AS THEY COULD BE
FARMER JAKE GREW TURNIPS
AND MADE UP TURNIP BEER
JOSEPHINE HATED BUNNIES
OF THEM SHE DID FEAR
RALPH LIVED IN A FIR TREE
HE BUILT HIMSELF A NEST
SARAH WOULD ONLY WALK
IF THE PATHWAY WAS WEST
THE BANK WAS PAINTED GREEN
CARROTS GREW IN BLUE
PEOPLE SIPPED ON CARMELS
COFFEE THEY TRIED TO CHEW
THE TOWN OF ODDITY
HAD A CHURCH HELD IN A CAVE
AND EVERY THIRD CHILD BORN
WAS GIVEN THE NAME DAVE
© By Sharon (Sunyskys1943@aol.com)