We folks in Connecticut adhere to good etiquette,
never covet, philander, or kill.
No one ever comes late to their job in this state
and we never miss work ’cause we’re ill.
Our vista’s are stunning, and no one’s seen running
from robber or rapist or bum.
Everyone smiles. None lack domiciles.
You won’t see a soul looking glum.
Neither slum nor a mansion nor urban expansion
you’ll find in this fabulous region.
No one’s ever pugnacious; instead, we’re all gracious,
with affordable health food stores legion.
Our cars don’t pollute, all the women are cute,
and the men are all free of addiction.
All our children are smart as Curie or Descartes,
and I am the King of Pure Fiction.
(Appeared in Light)