Fire Hot Mama

Where would you like that chaser?
Inside,
To the side...
Or in an ounce cup to chuck?
Where would you want that chaser?
Let me know,
Before I leave.

Where would you like that chaser?
Inside,
To the side...
Or in an ounce cup to chuck?
Where would you want that chaser?
Let me know,
Before I leave.

Where would you want that chaser?
Where would you want that chaser?
Where would you want that chaser?
Before I leave.

Oooohhhwhere would you want that chaser?
Where would you want that chaser?
Where would you want that chaser?
Before I leave.
Where would you like that chaser?
Inside,
To the side...
Or in an ounce cup to chuck?
Where would you want that chaser?
Let me know,
Before I leave.
No sense keeping the oven on...
If you're ready for an exit!
And I want to see you,
As a fire hot mama!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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