nothing spicy or startling
Just long island iced tea, the Jamaican Pig told us.
We knew better than this, for we knew this pig, Gus.
Nothing spicy or startling inside the glass? I said.
He said no, but his tell-tale face turned a brilliant red.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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