Cousin and I
Goofin' with golfing in the
cool basement air,
practicing our Happy Gilmore swing.
Cousin Colin went too far,
had to hit it too hard.
We had to retrieve what went lost
in the zone that
my mother curtained off.
Our eyes instantly hone to the
long, slender,
alabaster skins, the
bright orange,
glowing stars.
On the count of three,
breathe in deep.
Cough and wheeze.
Choke and sneeze.
Tease the taste with a
Can of Coke.
Don't tell Grandma what
we did.
cool basement air,
practicing our Happy Gilmore swing.
Cousin Colin went too far,
had to hit it too hard.
We had to retrieve what went lost
in the zone that
my mother curtained off.
Our eyes instantly hone to the
long, slender,
alabaster skins, the
bright orange,
glowing stars.
On the count of three,
breathe in deep.
Cough and wheeze.
Choke and sneeze.
Tease the taste with a
Can of Coke.
Don't tell Grandma what
we did.
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