Grease Your Grill
Aug 23rd, 2009 | By Steven B. Smith | Category: Poetry | 867 viewsI’m an oven cleaner baby
Come to scrub your grill
Yes this oven loving man
Mean to steam your grill
Get the heat back baby
Flame and fire the thrill
I’ll rub your rust off lady
Get your grid to shine
Rid this mood of maybe baby
Lady let me lick your lime
Make much meat that might be
Moistened by munching lightly
Juicy, prime
Gonna grease your grill
Put the heat back baby
Then, send you the bill
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About Steven B. Smith: I've been a poet 45 years, artist 44 years, ArtCrimes publisher 23 years, AgentOfChaos.com publisher 7 years, WordRocker 5 years, Walking Thin Ice co-blogger 3 years. Born in Bitterroot, raised on Paradise Prairie. Farm boy, car thief, Naval Academy, expelled for dope, high society marriage, armed robbery, jail, escaping the cops, illegal loft dweller, ArtCrimes, rat attacks, overdose, celibate, remarried, expat. I've run from the cops ten times, got away nine. You can find my work at WalkingThinIce.com |
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