Break-up Wallow

Friday morning spitting rain
dirty snow on Paradise Lane,
spring somewhere lost in translation
perhaps a early May vacation,

Escape the snow, the mud, the ooze
what have we got to lose,
catch a jet to somewhere hot
easy enough to find a spot,

Call you up, grab your bikini
the one I like, teenie weenie,
some yellow polka dotted fun
scantly clad in the sun,

Cold drinks and miles of sand
we'll skip the Mariachi Band,
flip the bird to break-up wallow
for all the fun that we can swallow …