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Cotton Jones, #Username Acrostic
©2016, Olan L. Smith
Cotton, you say, that's the snowy downy substance used for clothing grown
On southern grounds, all bundled up; logically that is the color of my mop.
Towheaded pint-sized bloke chock-full of comedy wound up to explore hardly known
Tree tops, go fishing in streams, and swim in ponds on a warm summer's day.
Olan is my actual moniker―most call me that except creatures creating repartee,
Now-and-then, those "who's" insist on calling me C J
Just because they may, like Samuel Clemens, I am from Missouri.
Olan L. Smith; that's my name—Cotton is for Pickin' and splicin'
No-iron clothes. The Jones are fOr keeping up with,
Everyone knows the competition fought with thE
Smiths who never seem to catch up, a no-win-siTuation.
(A/N: I was tagged by @TheOrangutan and my tags are: @sloanranger, @gailrunschke, @seasofme @raggedclown, @TheOldUnseenGuyHere, @Jeshi99.)
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