Have some truly brutal, doggerel verse
one day that i remember, on a morn in cold november
on the day that i fell over and smote my head upon the door

now I was bleary-eyed and sober, i was totally hungover
and weaved as I walked over to wash my clothes with soft lenor.

I felt an enormous pressure, terrible weight on my barking spider
And I realised with some horror that I was going to drop one on the floor

i could brook no hesitation, so I waddled with determination
my arse cheeks clamped in desperation against what my bowels had in store

with an animal cry of torture, I unleashed a concrete monster
that cracked the pan and parted water, like Moses from days of yore

quoth the drunkard, nevermore.



Meh, it was done in five minutes at work, you ungrateful bitches.
/coat
( Kroney, Mon 31 Mar 2008, 15:47, Reply)