(submitted before he died in February)

There once was a man named Malone

Who came to Salt Lake all alone

He lit up the Jazz

With a lot of pizazz

Then he left us his image in stone.

—Phyllis C. Clarke, Sandy

Sitting in deep cogitation,

I ponder the state of the nation.

I'd much rather fish

and have trout as a dish.

Oh, grant me a Utah vacation.

—L. Kaleo Elia, Hawaii

There was a stout fellow named Miller,

Whom the public esteemed as a pillar.

You all know this guy,

He's the one who will cry,

When the press asks a question that's killer.

—Julie Humes, West Jordan

A woman whose home was in Veyo

Had a fiddle which she liked to playo.

When she asked for applause

She got mostly guffaws

And the general response was a "Nayo!"

—Thais T. Williams, Sandy

There's Juab and Panguitch and Orem,

And nine more would make up a quorum.

These place names don't rhyme

At least most of the thyme,

In the granite vaults we oughtta

store' em.

—Glen Sherwood, Riverton

You're invited to visit our city.

It's clean and it's friendly and pretty.

Just jump on the TRAX

And sit down and relax.

If you miss all our sites it's a pity.

—Lila Straley, Salt Lake City

A woman who moved to Duchesne

Had nothing to do but complain:

"Here the summers are hot;

"I don't like them a lot,

"But the winters are most inhumane!"

—Claire Elmont, Midvale

LeGrande was a gardening fellow,

Whose carrots weren't orange, but yellow.

He'd been taught not to waste,

So he sliced them in haste,

Which he served in a bowl of lime Jell-O.

—Don Milne, Bountiful

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