NaPoWriMo Day 22

Wine Down

Whine don’t
Hair do Hair dye Hair spray
Rock me baby
Eric Clapton, hey hey
My husband says, “I’m still trying
to figure out instagram.”
I’m still trying to figure out
seventh grade algebra
After 3 glasses of rose
there isn’t insta-anything
if you know what I mean
All the way to Bourbon Street
they sashay by
Stray rain drops
on the paving stones
Dancing is aloud
Oh, I mean allowed
An ordinance
La la la la la

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