Kennings poem

Get me some Negro nitro, he yelled.
She nodded grabbing the pot on her way behind the counter.
Keep it down, she whispered as she poured.
He growled, Don’t back lip me. Just finish up and let’s blow this joint.
Five more minutes, Hun. I’ve gotta refill my station, she said.
I’ve got it Sue. Just punch out and take your blowhole with you.