foggy morn twaddle
high tide lifts all boats they smirk
death by trickle down
Peak Dexterity
Hit the groove between the songs
On spinning album
I do not take my
plum crisp, I much prefer soft
wrinkled and moist prunes
Blowin' in the wind
Leaves mimic a kite in flight
Without strings attached
Out in the barnyard
Stinkiest foul fowl proclaimed
Pheasants bow to me
Pecked and scratched his messy mark
All his chickens clucked around
Sitting on my porch
Spring rain falling as I clutch
Favorite beer cozy