Treasure Island

Charles Hancock


Wintertime Blues


Listening to Jimmy croon Cheeseburger in Paradise
Enduring the blah winter months that I so despise
Musing on charcoal smells and watching smoke rise

But all the leaves are brown and the sky is gray
They crumble and crackle like papier-mache
Grubbin', drinkin', and dancin' seems so faraway

Summer of '69 is ricocheting around in my head
Miss sipping on iced tea and eating cornbread
Daydreaming about bikinis hanging on by a thread

Hanging with my black-haired beauty with big dark eyes
Checking out those short shorts that expose her thighs
Oh, so looking forward to Old Man Winter's demise

Submitted: Thursday, February 21, 2013
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