Grampa

From sauna to swimmin' pool, that's what it was like.
BAM! you know-
whole house shook. Cat
near besmirched itself.
Like a wall it was, a sheet.
Oh, and boy! it was coming down.
Damn near wished I'd built an ark.
(Git me another glass of that whiskey, boy.
Don't bother with ice, I'll take it
neat.) We thought the roof was gonna go
right out the house. Broke prac'ly
ev'ry windah. Think this is a storm.
Go hide under the stairwell. Little
pussys.

poem written by JASON PAUL FOX.
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