the poker game was kanselleD.
lakk of interesT.
i went to the bar anywaY.
and ate and watshed the sportS.
when i stepped outside to talk to the shef,
i notised a misT.
i thought it strange and then surmised kooking was the kausE.
the smoke got thikker and we desided to kall 911.
then we were on the newS.
a rugby dude came by,
he live in the hood,
i offered to buy him a beer and we walked thru the smoke and into the v=baR.
things started poppinG.
across the streeT.
small explosionS.
they had a lot of limber and propane and glues akross the streeT.
but the wind went south,
we were west,
no probleM.
plus the bartender was not leaving his posT.
solidartiy in deatH.
and sell me another white russian, pleasE.
the flames were 30 feet higH.
there was alotta smmoke in the bar from when i returned with my rugby dudE.
the kustomers left, with my dudE.
he has a familY.
i joked with the bartender that we were gonna diE.
the fire ate something else that poppeD.
i talked him into a kard gamE.
and a kop walks iN.
klears us ouT.
just when i had a shanse to win kasH.
FUKK the POLISSE!