Sep 5, 2018
Barb
Potluck smokin’ got that stinky cheese,
Backyard barbecue hella recipes.
Waiting’ for Barb to drop the coleslaw spoon,
Shuffle down, get a little closer an' swoon.
Ribs by the dozen drippin’ that good good,
Fingers gettin’ sweaty, man you know they should.
Buns in the bag, reach in for a handful,
Barb’s buns for later - that’s the plan, foo’.
Brewskis with the boys, cooler loaded up,
Poundin’ PBRs, we’re gettin’ fucked up.
Just another Sunday, Suburban OG,
House wife fever got a hold of me.
Love you, Barb.