backyard poetry

Written by: Milton Toran

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 type of fun!

maybe i'll build a treehouse,
but i ain't got no wood;
it's too hot to break a sweat,
that won't do no good

perhaps i'll have a cookout,
but i ain't got no meat;
i can't go to the market,
although it's down the street!

i wanna write a poem,
but i ain't got no words;
i long for inspiration,
while countin' flies on turds!

maybe i'll sell my dog,
clean up this funky yard;
that would make me sad as hell,
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...