Long ago while I was still a relatively young boy <br />Somewhere between the ages of twelve and old enough to know better <br />I had an old black lady who was a local bootlegger offer me some Moonshine <br />She was giving it away for two packs of cigarettes per pint, preferably KOOLs <br />The stuff was bottled in a Mason Jar...with a dirty rusty lid <br />Looked like water but smelled like formaldehyde minus the frog <br />Just the fumes from it could start a cold Hemi in the middle of Winter <br />She warned me not to drink too much <br />Less the Devil take hold of my soul....little did I know <br />How right she was.... <br />Went up to the 7-Eleven and bought her a carton of smokes <br />Back then it was no big deal as everybody smoked <br />Nobody got carded.... <br />Gathered a few friends of mine that were there hanging out <br />We went back to the old stable where the old lady was busy.... <br />She was stoking that still full of hardwood when she saw me <br />And that carton of smokes <br />She gave us twelve bottles of dew....two apiece.... <br />Next morning...nobody showed up for school <br />That old bootleggers name was Moon Goddess and she kicked our asses..... <br /> <br />2007 © T Sheridan<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/moonshine-over-miami/
