A Time When Humor Pales
A little humor never hurts in most circumstances,
A tickle now and then is just fine in its allowances.
Just too much seriousness is bland and is boring,
Some folks in the swamp, you may catch snoring.
A giggle and a snort may relieve all of the tension,
It's even been known to relieve a bit of dissension.
A ha-ha and hehe, when timed just right a blessing,
Even helps influence the guilty in a little confessing.
Then there are the days when humor takes a leave,
This is a time of all seriousness, not used to deceive.
Getting right onto it, leaving off the polish and shine,
Where faking, subtle remarks, amount to just a whine.
Abiding by rules and laws of the land is a proper take,
Forgetting nonsense, annoyances, not have any break.
A responsible move, the cold hard truth, is appropriate,
This a concentrated surge, and not a time to abbreviate.
When the dog that bites and the bees do sting,
That cottonmouth hissing, survival bells all ring.
The old gator riled up, his snaggled teeth gleam,
A serious proposition, time to pay attention, team.
We put our faith in the leaders of our swampland,
Depend on them to follow through, all understand.
The wise old owl, fierce Bob cat, and mighty Heron,
When failing to do their jobs, time to get a care on.
We need to remember what has made our swamp so great,
The early leaders of this place, forefathers, we all appreciate.
Now, as time grows short, not to get respect, is inappropriate.
The majority, the critters to rule, a democracy never to deviate.
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