when your name is a pun
it so happens with Twain
mark my words, it will stun
the conceited and vain
I do shudder to think
What he would do with me
Dunk me into the drink
Mississippi runs free
Would it be Camelot
Where I could roam as squire
And occasionally spot
A fair maiden’s desire
Perhaps Tom, Jim and Huck
I’ll be painting the fence
Anything for a buck
I got plenty expense
Might he send me abroad
Boy, would that be a ball
To be fair – I’d be awed
If he noticed at all
Author notes: https://allpoetry.com/contest/2784820-Fantasy-1033 for those who are not familiar with all his works https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Innocents_Abroad
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