Hot To Trot

Irish, Cherokee and Aries…
Well they say look out he’s
On the war path again
I dare you to dare me to see
Who can out drink who when
It comes to whiskey, I dare
You to dare me to make it
Rain, you’ll need an ark or
A jet plane, I guess I’m just
That HOT TO TROT without little
Effort on my part yeah well
I guess I just have the luck
Of the four leaf clover ‘cuz my
Bow and arrow never misses
Even over my shoulder or in
The black ink dark, I guess I’m
Just a little HOT TO TROT or at
Least I got the trophies to
Prove it whether or not it has
Anything to do with the heart
And I don’t care how far I have
To travel to reach the other
End of the rainbow that damn
Leprechaun’s mine and once
I have his pot of gold I will
Hang his scalp in my teepee
For generations to see, there’s
No holding back a wild spirit
Fanning flames of fire from the
High Mountain winds…
Well they say look out, look out
He is on the war path
HOT TO TROT…little or nothing
To do with the heart. With little
Effort on his part just hot, Hot

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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