Smoke emailed me this rebuttal to my poem "The Big Race". I thought you may enjoy it. : )

Smoke stood there a grinning
Not a sweat gland over worked.
You see plow boy she said to Spud,
You really area jerk.

I can't believe you took my chair
When I was nearly dead.
I know it's been hard on you
My coming back you dread.


But I am here and here to stay,
So don't get no fool idea
That you wear the crown on your skanky head
That’s just not for real

I've been gone along time,
But now your ego's damned
Cause what I got to say to you,
You’ll not like. No Mam.

I am the Queen the only one,
And you'll not push me off
So why don't you go take up
Something kinda nice like golf.

You see this redhead can run a race
With anyone she knows
I beat that devil Cancer
And all his cell's he could grow.

So I am back with a smile
And a great big attitude,
So don't try to dethrone me
Never happen dude.

So put this in your little book
Of Author's Den reports;
never mess with a red head
Wearing "Turtle Shorts"

Smoke K Martin