Ms. Mary Q

Mary Quantrell, Mary Quantrell
Who absolutely no one knows well—
Flew our fair flag for that one Genl. A.P. Hill,
But Poeters STILL Cite That farbara britchie Still?!
T’would be a grand thing if they’d get it right,
But them sad Yankees poets can’t by a sight.
So when next in Glenwood Cemetery off North Capital Street
Doff yer cap for Ms. Q the discounted and remember her sweet.
Antietam took over 22,700, and so Abe gave us The Proclamation—
KNOW YOUR HISTORY, we owe it to Mary and all the Nation!

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About Kitt

Sometimes a rhyme or couplet wanders across my consciousness. So, I share it. Other times I'm a hospice social worker; others, a Dad; others, southerner, New Orleanian, cajun enthusiast, voter, and on better days, a not-too-awful-poet/rhymster. Welcome to my page. Enjoy.

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