WEEKEND DROUGHT





Where is the deliveryman?
I've waited here all day
Can't wait no more
For that delivery
To start this weekends play

But key ingredients are in transit
Paid in full and in advance
Rush order charges applied
Top quality guaranteed
Freshness to arrive

You know the feeling
I'm talking about
Waiting for that something
To fire up the weekend's drought

Burning passions dancing down
Orange fires lance green earth
Wind drawn tunnels
Pulled tubes bubble and glint
As tiny smokies wobble their ascent

The weekend drought
Is no longer
A problem
~





DBrown Fisher
© May 2000

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