Had a blast with this one. I so rarely write poems like this and need to do it more often, just for the fun of it! (I attached the headline I chose.)

November 13, 1910

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I was but a statesman

shipped from over sea

crossing plain and mountain

of that rugged country.

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Out the window of my cabin,

the land went rolling by,

and in a moment of distraction

I attended to my thigh.

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There upon its grand plateau

stretched a line of ants,

red like dirt and blazing fire,

against the charcoal of my pants.

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Which I then lost in fit of rage,

shaking to and fro,

my bottom half soon bare as moon,

they said was quite a show.

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Awhile later, back a home,

the mail did come for me.

Inside, a clipping, black and white,

my story for all to see.