ARIZONA POEM
The devil wanted a place on earth
To use as a summer home.
A place to spend his vacation
Whenever he wanted to roam.
So he picked out Arizona,
A place both wretched and rough
Where the climate was to his liking
And the cowboys hardened and tough.
He dried up the streams in the canyons
And ordered no rain to fall
He drained all the lakes in the valleys
Then baked and scorched it all.
Throughout this barren "vacation spot"
He transplanted shrubs from hell.
Saguaros, chollas and prickly pears;
The climate suited them well.
This new home was much to his liking
But animal life, he had none.
So he created crawling creatures
That all mankind would shun.
First he made the rattlesnake
With it's venom and forked tongue.
Taught it to strike and rattle
And how to swallow it's young.
Then he made scorpions and lizards
And the ugly old horned toad.
He placed spiders of every description
Under rocks by the side of the road.
He then ordered the sun to shine hotter, hotter and hotter still. Until
even
the cactus wilted And the old horned lizards took ill. Then he gazed on
his
earthly kingdom As any creator would. He chuckled a little to himself And

admitted that it was good.
It was summer now and Satan lay
By a prickly pear to rest.
The sweat rolled off his swarthy brow
So he took off his coat and vest.
"Oh shxt!", he finally panted,
"I did my job too well.
I'm going back to where I'm from!
Arizona is HOTTER than Hell!"