Tiki Grill
by Lydia Daffenberg
Cooked out on the Tiki Grill.
Five-dollar-bill stories for a buck--
Just your luck.
Line up to get your
Bratville and Cornland,
Guess what?
Little sandwiches on a doily platter even;
Coldplate style.
Everyone scatter--the Tiki Gods are calling . . .
Set down your bamboo glasses and
Leave your paper-umbrella-frame-of-mind behind.
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