With The Posse Poem by jenny mq liew

snapshots by the pool.
restless little kids chasing one another.
childhood games of hide- and- seek and london bridge.
funny kiddo alien language which left us bewildered.

retro table cloth.
smoke from burnt charcoal.
smell of grilled meat.
with the oh-so-delicious mashed potato with the favourite bacon bits.
weird tasting bloodymary in a shade of grusome burgundy.
prototype alert- konnyaku jellies in the flavour of volka.

the getting together and chillin out.
delirious with fun and laughters.
it keeps people busy.
taking unhappy thoughts off the mind.

and so we enjoyed the night of barbeque.