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 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...