City Of Fernandina Beach Shrimp Festival Poem by chris bowen

break feet.make me say hey, to sherry sapp or jimmy grey.the fey, tina, i believe it, is here, lets make that crystal clear.the rear of the crowd is fine now, now that the cop has let them dropp off a street, now on centre, i believe.love eve, the sin starter from the bible, hold who libel? its my idle behaviour thats keeps me cadence with a residence that jumps and wails with blue grass hell.the pale dont shine, i dont want to drink wine.im fine on a bud, crystal meth a lovers drug.i still chug coca cola, and am going bowling in orlando tonight, if i can catch my flight.get it right here, go in the palace saloon, have a beer, see the year change to 1422, the pirates have cannons, and they will shoot too.