Root Beer

 



ROOT BEER



I go to Fusco's Market, a buck and a dime in my pocket,

Sometimes my bike isn't fast enough, I need a rocket.

Police scanner in hand and I hit the road,

Going up Rose Avenue slow as a toad.

I drive like a madman, can't help my craving,

Don't want to stop even if people are waving

Pull up to the wood in front trying not to hit the floor,

For some reason I have no trrouble wit h the door.

Get to the fifth case, open it and start to cheer,

I have finally have gotten my hands on a nice cold root beer!



-J.Mattes

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