HUSH PUPPY

Hush Puppy, Hush Puppy,
Don't howl to be fed.
Here is a piece
of hot, fried corn bread.


     I'm thinking about a series of very short poems about all things Southern.  Can you write your own poem about something in your region?  What does it mean to be from the Midwest?  What does the North West have that is missing in other states?  Is your state known for bragging?  Try writing a poem about it today.  Have fun.