Thursday, April 16, 2009

NaPoWriMo 04/16/09


Dawn's rosy fingers touched
my Clifton Place this morning;
my feet were all over the street
and the stoplight kept us all safe.

I traced a path to the corner store
to search for grapefruit soda,
I tried to tell the fellas there
about a drink called Ting.

But our English wasn't enough
for us, we agreed to give it up;
I said "go Mets," and he said
"ayyyy," and home went
my Gatorade and I.

1 comment:

Tortilla ex Machina said...

Is that a Chinese Tang? Perhaps it is a drink from the Ting Dynasty. No matter: this is about my favorite of the month so far. And that includes all the Bible I am reading as we speak.


Also the juicy parts. Of the Bible.