Geography

To the west of dear Iowa
Stretches a plain,
Rich in its greatness
And packed full of grain.
Also there's cattle
And don't forget sand.
And rocky-type mountains
That really are grand.
And going west further
If further you goes,
You end up with water
A-tickling your toes.

Just Nonsense. Just Because

Rest is often deception
Promising relaxation,
But not delivering.

Pizza, on the other hand,
Does exactly what it says.
It, um, pis.  And it zas.