Mal
       low


When I was a wee lad back
in the Low country where
Black Water of the nations
intestine flowed through our
town, and literally I mean, as
more often than not, the banks
were on strike thus permitting
alluvial anarchy on the plains
of the swans causing a local
condition of malaise, which in
ancient times, gave rise to the
name that is now Mallow.