Open Face Bbq Poem by John W. McEwers

Open Face Bbq



You look so pretty, so hot
You look like what I'm not
You have such slender legs
I like to eat poached eggs
your toes are nice as well
they tap and in shoes, swell
but best of mostly all
is that pretty face you call
your face.

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John W. McEwers

John W. McEwers

Nova Scotia, Halifax
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