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backyard poetry
sittin' on the back porch,
drinkin' gran'ma's brew;
lots of free time on my hands,
can't think of what to do
i wanna strip naked,
go lay out in the sun;
chiggers chompin' on my butt,
ain't my idea of fun!
maybe i'll build a treehouse,
but i ain't got no wood;
it's too hot to break a sweat,
that idea ain't no good
i might just have a cookout,
but i ain't got no meat;
i don't wanna go to the market,
even though it's down the street!
i wanna write a poem,
but i ain't got no words;
it's hard to gain inspiration,
countin' flies on piles of turds!
maybe i'll sell my dog,
clean up this funky yard;
that would make me sad as hell,
sayin' goodbye is just too hard!
sittin' on the back porch,
drinkin' gran'ma's brew;
lots of free time on my hands,
can't think of what to do...
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