The Flatlander's Lament

Ironic, dontcha think?...that there's folks from Groom to Wink
That's got a lot o' time for surfin'.  Think it's fine!
But the thing that makes me glower is: computers need some power,
And it's too damn far from town to string a line.

Now, I'd really like to state the fact the P.O.E.M.S. list is great!
And that I surely hope them verses keep a-comin'.
But there's no water in the tank, and my computer screen stays blank
Unless the breeze'll blow to keep the windmills hummin'.

I don't want to start a squabble, and I don't intend to hobble
Anything you other folks might want to send.
But, unless our Zephyr's violent, you guys might as well be silent
'Cause my generatin' plant depends on wind.

So all you versifiers who think Texans might be liars,
Who exaggerate the facts, but just fer show.
Please just sit back in yer chair, and spew a little less hot air,
And give our Texas winds a half a chance to blow.

Now, don't you go to raggin' 'bout ol' Bubba's constant braggin'
And his gloatin' 'bout the battles he has won.
'Cause our Onion may not transfer yer exacerbatin' answer
An' yer comments 'bout  ol' Bubba's havin' fun.

Forget that writer's bond!  Hell, I KNOW that you'll respond.
And don't worry 'bout how caustic you can make it.
I'm lookin' forward to it, and I'll prob'ly laugh right through it
'Cause, if I can dish it out,  I gotta take it.