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Between The Wickets
Keep away from my pork chops
playing hopscotch in my johnny coat
dark as a cast iron skillet
from beneath the old stove
as if an image of my mind
slipping between the wickets
listening to the gravy sizzle
biscuits of old forgotten rhymes
so heavy is the night
"Lord! I think I am bacon"
a little bit crispy
slipping between the wickets
of the red-eye drippings
playing hopscotch in my johnny coat
playing hopscotch in my johnny coat
dark as a cast iron skillet
from beneath the old stove
as if an image of my mind
slipping between the wickets
listening to the gravy sizzle
biscuits of old forgotten rhymes
so heavy is the night
"Lord! I think I am bacon"
a little bit crispy
slipping between the wickets
of the red-eye drippings
playing hopscotch in my johnny coat
Published 27th Sep 2023
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