Neck Bone Poem by Lamar Cole

Neck Bone



From the kitchen came a pleasurable moan.
As grandpa Jack gnawed on a neck bone.
He liked his meat nice and sweet.
There was nothing that the kids liked better than watching him eat.
Afterwards, he would belch and then go to the couch.
Rub his belly and fall fast asleep.

Wednesday, July 12, 2017
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