Michael Gale

Rookie (? / Chicago Illinois/Oklahoma City.)

A Tankard Of Hop Scotch On The Rocks. - Poem by Michael Gale

I'll have a tall tankard of Hop-Scotch on the rocks...
Good ole days of Bobbi Socks.
An opened convertable on the veranda...
Smokey the bear instead'da a panda.
Jacks and balls and telephone calls...
Cold wintery days af't sunset, falls.
Hop-Scotch on the rocks...
Remember'd days of Three Bears and Goldilocks.
Little Miss Muffet and Barbie and Ken...
A bent old Hoola Hoop, Yo-Yo's taken to elementery school, accompanied by Crayola Crayons and pencil and pen.
Hop-Scotch on the rocks...
Followed by Fizzies and Brandy-Soon chased down by
Schlitz Malt Liquor and cotton candy.
Memories of warp'ed days...
Experienced only in fantasized days in May.
Frisbees and Horseshoes caught in flight...
Rainy day Hop-Scotch drank, while mixed with Vodka.
TV's nights with Taxi's Lad'ka.
Girls enjoyed toys real lame and tame...
Boys enjoyed games of soldiers and fame.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 18, 2006



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