Do you know this man? He is wanted in ten states, and
not wanted in a dozen others.
The devil thought he'd take a peek
at the Midwest for a week.
It was stuffy down in hell,
so he'd cool off for a spell.
But when he stopped off in Des Moines
he roasted like a tenderloin.
Seeking comfort, he did jaunt
over to Shelburne Vermont.
There beneath the blazing sun
he baked up like a sally lunn.
Fleeing such enormous heat,
he headed to the Rockies' feet.
In Denver he turned into ash;
in Salt Lake he picked up heat rash.
He fled to Portland for a respite;
he was getting pretty desperate.
But the city held no charm --
it was like a four alarm.
"Back to hell I go!" said he.
"At least my office has a.c.!"
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