Once near the sketchily rendered City of GooThere lived an approximate chap named McFoo.
He lived in a house that was planned to be built
In the Goolian Swamp, high up on stilts.
The permit to build McFoo never acquired,
Leaving him homeless and clueless and tired,
To say nothing of damp, but did he complain?
No indeed McFoo didn't, except when it rained.
It rained forty nights and it rained forty days,
McFoo cursed the storm while he floated away.
Past farms in foreclosure and schools never built,
Might drift a soggy McFoo on a raft made of stilts.
(Additional apologies to Loudon Wainwright III)
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