Rum and Grits
i walked for miles with
a voice that smiles
humming off rays of my pass
in styles
starring down the road
which i've come from miles
drunk off the rum
my sound is loud as bass
from a drum
banging ockwardly
from my ears to thumb
snapping my fingers
the taste is yum
oh my the fun
chewing my grits like gum
skipping enjoying
my grits and rum
Copyright © Frederick Smith | Year Posted 2005
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