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Block Party

by Ken Harnisch

Fueled by many Coronas, I am bold

Again to speak to the wild young things
In their tank tops and tight shorts, some not old

Enough to vote, but old enough to sing

The great songs with the aging coots like me

Who can hold a tune and tell a great tale

With some aplomb. So they flock to be

Near for a time, sipping those Blue Whales

Which they drink and grin at for the cold spice

In the drink they could not have otherwise

But this is the time to party, so nice

With the night now caught in a vise

Of stars where the rain had fallen all day

Now, cloudless, hot; the young girls out to play

 

08/07/2003

Author's Note: Blue Whales: Vodka, a liquer called Blue Curacao, lemonade, plenty of ice...

Posted on 08/11/2003
Copyright © 2024 Ken Harnisch

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Quinlan L Gibson on 08/11/03 at 02:51 PM

Why does it not suprise me, girls flocking to you Mr. Harnisch...wonderful visual all the way through.

Posted by Kate Demeree on 08/12/03 at 01:41 PM

I can just picture this...*smile*... sounds like a great party! Something to remember.... I like the way you don't candy coat it, tell it straight up. Great read.

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