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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