Poem by Bobby Goosey, HAW

 

Bobby Lee Goosey

 

The One Haw River

Indiana has a river called the Haw.

It blurbles and it giggles as it runs. Haw.

It never laughs uncouthly with a vulgar crass guffaw,

But blurbles on discreetly with a single placid “haw.”

Not two “haw-haws,” not three “haw-haw-haws,”

But one demure moist solitary “haw.” Haw.

What a cultivated river is the one-haw Haw,

The Indiana river called the Haw.