The Weekend Bash. Poem by Harold R Hunt Sr
The Weekend Bash.
You cut the lawn and clean the garage.
You fire up the grill.Oh, what a thrill.
For the weekend bash.
The hot dogs are cooking the beer is chilling.
The game will appear to be a killing.
For my weekend bash.
The guest are all but here.
I want to drink my first beer.
Can't wait I'm going insane.
O! Dam here comes the rain.
So there goes my weekend bash.
Wednesday, October 22, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: rain
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