the tongue

the sheer tonnage had dazed the engineers
a concrete fish,
a time for dying
but there was the issue of the orphaned,
but we got off of the negative press
with offers of sweetmeats,
and ginger snaps
there never was a time like it,
though i heard about a guy outta dubuque
name of lefty
drank an entire bottle of sweet plum wine
and sang himself to sleep
‘hot pants…uh!’
‘gimme some..uh..hot pants’
‘to the bridge’