To Smoke and To Smolder
I love when it’s colder;
put on two pork shoulders,
the size of small boulders,
to smoke and to smolder.
(three if I’d been bolder)
It is a true soldier,
but likely won’t hold her.
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2023
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