Born in upper New York state,
of cuckoos you're the thane.
Inane
in Lorraine.
So starts the whispering campaign.
Rais’d in northwest Ecuador;
valet to Marshall Tito.
Incognito
in Quito,
you look'd smashing in your
Speedo.
Once in Minnesota,
you devour’d my dog's
albumin.
Inhuman
in Truman,
you're seen seas'ning Spot with cumin.
In the Urals with young Yuri;
you debauch’d yourself, long-term.
Now infirm
In Perm
you know of none who'd freeze your
sperm.
You’re smoking in the island
state.
Bad hash has turn’d your brain.
You’re insane
in Bahrain
(though your rhymes still
entertain).
You reach Missouri’s "Show
Me!" state,
then pass (or so we’ve heard).
Now you’re interr’d
in Byrd.
(Who wrote this obit? It’s absurd.)
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