![]() Tennessee SlipA Poem by The Twin Arenas![]() the fewtch![]() Whip your rolls at the father of the bride! At the right time! At the right time? At the right time you f****n' whip it at the dad Cherie has been married eighty x like custard her dress Throw it when he says about the gravy Dad puts on his WW2 helmet and buns pluff off his sad cotton face, pet pet off his war hat Inside Cherie jokes Gathered round his table telling stories about the war old soldiers passing the hat mumbling about crying and dying sniff sniff spark sniff sparkle Upstairs Cherie moaning like a battlefield Take me south and into the wilderness (gasp) © 2015 The Twin ArenasReviews
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