playing with rhymes and rhythm. It's just a story, really.
Mexican Night
I drank tequila and ate tortillasBit the lime, kept the time
Played maracas, gulped Coronas
Twirled my skirt, love to flirt
His raven hair, put a rose there
Mexican night, I missed my flight
Hangover hell, I don't feel well
What's your name? I'm so ashamed
In your bed, I cover my head
I have a chill. I forgot my pill
Nine months pass, a bambino with sass
He plays the maracas just like his papa's.
Mexican night, it turned out alright!
Ole'
Kathy Lockhart
11/21/06
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2006-11-22 at 02:06
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