Chopping veggies for dinner
At my kitchen window
Whilst admiring one very
Fuchsia sunset...
Hard to chop whilst admiring,
But hey
Sometimes ya just do
What ya gotta.
When the wee Latino boy
From the next yard over
Starts belting it out
Like a nut:
“WE WILL – WE WILL – ROCK YOU!
WE WILL – WE WILL – ROCK YOU!”
Some lungs on this pipsqueak.
Funniest damn thing I ever heard.
Yes, little Pablo – you may consider your job done.
And t'is a job done quite well
On this fine early autumn eve…
Rock me you will, and
Rock me you have.
You rock me like a
Garsh durn
Hurricane.
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