031410 Smoke In Your Eyes Poem by Manonton Dalan

031410 Smoke In Your Eyes



back in colonial days when there's smoke
you grab your winchester and ride to horizon
now get your chips and sodas; come on down
let's have fun with music and some beer cans
barbecue grill is doing its purpose in precision
casting browned hot dogs and soft, juicy burger

i have extra chinese folding chairs from wall mart
an old projection tv, still work, you can still watch
today a nascar race is on as well as basketball
football we are over and done with, except signing
i have enough space for line dancing, i guess
or karaoke if anybody wanted to sing to please

but everybody's focus on tomatoes and lettuce
waiting to be united with their lips on tiny bites
i myself is ready for another one, this is excellent
that bubbly is making everybody hungry, great
nobody is driving home, just walking a few yards
cooler is still full of ice and i have bubbly stocks

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Manonton Dalan

Manonton Dalan

virginia, usa
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