Mr. Reason was a simple man,
A fine member of the town.
Very, quiet, kept to himself,
Reason, rarely made a sound.
Mr. Haughty was boisterous.
No violet that was shrinking.
More open land was his cry,
But, offensive when he was drinking.
Now, Reason had no problem,
With Haughty’s point, so proud.
He just wished he’d be demur,
Not obnoxious and so loud.
Reason thought if you want,
Your point for people to hear,
You can do so politely,
Not scream it in their ear.
So came the annual meeting,
For voters and the quorum.
Tackle tasks before the town,
Age-old and folksy forum.
The schools and the town budget,
Many topics were at hand.
Haughty did not wait his turn,
“More land!” bellowing, “More land!”
Haughty yelled and spewed fumes,
Of the Wild Turkey he had gulped.
As he squawked, it was obvious,
A full fifth he had helped himself.
Three sheets to the wind, was Haughty.
At Reason, Haughty shunned.
Angry words now between them,
Townspeople wanted to run.
Reason agreed with Haughty.
About the need for open land.
“Everyone in town agrees too.
“That’s in the Master Plan!”
Reason realized right away,
Haughty he could not manage.
Only way to get his attention,
Was to kick him in his package.
The room grew suddenly quiet.
And it was clear to see.
Haughty with mouth wide open,
Asked, “Why’d you do that to me?”
Reason looked back at Haughty.
“I’m an honest man, not a faker.
You wanted more land,
So, I gave you a couple of acres.”