Seven presidents came to Long Branch, shedding formal dress,Maddened with the ineptitude of even their Congress.
"To the beach, to the surf" they commanded secret coachmen,
Now you can walk the dunes of Long Branch like the famous gents.
Before the Oval Office, Chester Arthur netted tariffs at the port,
Rumor is he was born in Canada, carpetbagger from the North.
Rutherford B. Hayes cast a gaze winning by a single vote,
Long before Dubya Bush and Al Gore turned Chad into a goat.
Benjamin Harrison wore his skivvies here, only five foot six,
Little Ben signed the Sherman Act as one of his big tricks.
Long Branch knew ole U.S. Grant before the fifty dollar bill,
Long after bloody Vicksburg and cowing Lee top 'Mattox hill.
Oh McKinley, William McKinley laid low by an anarchist shot,
Swam in waters of Long Branch, til bully Teddy took his spot.
James Garfield came to Long Branch but he done never leave,
Surgeon General thought salty air could cure a bullet to his spleen.
Six oval office men, pails in hand, leaves Woodrow Wilson last,
His golf balls painted black he wedged his out of snowy sand.
There you have the one, two, three, four, five, six ,seven men
Who smoked cigars, drank sudsy beer, tilling the clam rake,
When Long Branch beach or real estate you yen,
Then call or email Lenza for the fairest shake!
Andrew, Wow, reading that post made me realize how many years it's been since I went to the Jersey Coast and loved it! Interesting to read the presidents did as well. There's certainly no place you could ever get bored with all those interesting things to do and see. I really enjoyed your poem!