04-04-2014, 09:34 PM
I'm a bit slow, and most of my attempts end up rather silly and/or cringeworthy, but it feels good to be writing again! 
Spit
Not until my very late teens
did I reach the other side of the road.
(I'd fireball-flick a shining gob from the hand
to get it past my feet, though this got you banned
from tournaments). I did know some heavy spitters
in my day: Johnny-next-door could blast
any bird off any roof you would point at.
And mighty Kevin, with a single load,
could easily soak a medium-sized retriever;
he's a banker now, and has thirteen kids.
Spit
Not until my very late teens
did I reach the other side of the road.
(I'd fireball-flick a shining gob from the hand
to get it past my feet, though this got you banned
from tournaments). I did know some heavy spitters
in my day: Johnny-next-door could blast
any bird off any roof you would point at.
And mighty Kevin, with a single load,
could easily soak a medium-sized retriever;
he's a banker now, and has thirteen kids.