Block Party
by Ken HarnischFueled 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