Had we but stealth enough, and night,
To be Coyotes would be right
We would climb down and slink each way
To steal a lamb or two a day.
Thou by the western gorges’ side
Shouldst rodents find: I by the tide
Of suburbs would eat cats. I would
Love you as much as steak and blood,
And you’d fuck me with happy yelps
Till sanity came to Fred Phelps.
My carnivorous love would grow
As rank as creosote or crow
And myriad flies in desert craze
Would on your eyes and forehead graze.

1. 
   dale 2009 09 08 at 9:58:01 pm

   :-)

   Wonderful, Chris.  Now let them sport them as they may!

2. 
   Gary Oxford 2009 09 09 at 8:30:12 am

   But at my back I always hear
   Some big-tired ATV’s roaring near;
   And yonder all before us are
   Asphalt wastelands for the car.
   There cottontails shall no more graze
   Nor prairie dogs spend their fattened days
   Above the ground; our shoulder shrugs
   As we are forced to live on bugs.
   Your once sleek beauty, now mangy fur
   My canine honor turned to cur.
   This strip mall has its crass appeal
   But it’s no place to get a meal.

3. 
   Chris Clarke 2009 09 09 at 10:44:32 am

   Love it, Gary.

4. 
   Gary Oxford 2009 09 09 at 3:16:41 pm

   Thanks, Chris.  Just following in the footsteps of genius.  I particularly like how you handled the “conversion of the Jews” challenge of the original.

5. 
   Chris Clarke 2009 09 09 at 4:35:29 pm

   I had some trouble thinking of a more emphatic way of saying “never.” But I think it works.

6. 
   arvind 2009 09 10 at 11:15:31 am

   Nicely done! Gary too!

7. 
   Larry Hogue 2009 09 10 at 11:29:48 am

   What a hoot! Or a yip! Wish I could respond in poetic kind, as Gary did so well.

8. 
   arvind 2009 09 11 at 1:01:43 pm

   Now Larry, while not gods at this
   Like our friend Gary or like Chris,
   And while the muse ever so fickle
   At every rib does gently tickle,
   Now let us let the coyotes play;
   And now, like ravenous birds of prey
   Rather at once their lambs devour,
   Than languish until supper hour.
   Let us roll all our sleeves, and all
   Our anger, up into one ball;
   And take our parks back with rough strife
   Tear down the iron gated life
   Thus, though we cannot make the land
   Pristine, yet we will lend a hand.

9. 
   Chris Clarke 2009 09 11 at 2:20:03 pm

   Arvind, I’m impressed!

10. 
    arvind 2009 09 11 at 3:21:16 pm

    Thanks Chris! Praise from someone as skilled as you means a lot!