Humorous Poem About How Arizona Was Created

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Extreme weather during a Phoenix summer encourages both misery and humor. Beware of unkind reactions to the phrase, "Is it hot enough for you?"

This poem, which has circulated online, doesn't appear to have the name of the original writer. It does appear that this poem was adapted from the original, which was written with Texas in mind. But it is so appropriate for Arizona with its reworded verses.

When asked about what they thought about living in Phoenix, many people gave varied responses. Some people, love it, some people hate it. Some people this it's hell on earth, and not only because of the high summer temperatures. This poem is dedicated to them.

Ah, Arizona!

The devil wanted a place on earth
Sort of a summer home
A place to spend his vacation
Whenever he wanted to roam.

So he picked out Arizona
A place both wretched and rough
Where the climate was to his liking
And the cowboys hardened and tough.

He dried up the streams in the canyons
And ordered no rain to fall
He dried up the lakes in the valleys
Then baked and scorched it all.

Then over his barren country
He transplanted shrubs from hell.
The cactus, thistle, and prickly pear
The climate suited them well.

Now the home was much to his liking
But animal life, he had none.
So he created crawling creatures
That all mankind would shun.

First, he made the rattlesnake
With it's forked poisonous tongue.
Taught it to strike and rattle
And how to swallow it's young.

Then he made scorpions and lizards
And the ugly old horned toad.
He placed spiders of every description
Under rocks by the side of the road.

Then he ordered the sun to shine hotter,
Hotter and hotter still.
Until even the cactus wilted
And the old horned lizard took ill.

Then he gazed on his earthly kingdom
As any creator would
He chuckled a little up his sleeve
And admitted that it was good.

Twas summer now and Satan lay
By a prickly pear to rest.
The sweat rolled off his swarthy brow
So he took off his coat and vest.

"By Golly," he finally panted,
"I did my job too well,
I'm going back to where I came from,
Arizona is hotter than Hell."

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