Today, for the first time, a wonderful original poem by yours truly. Read, enjoy, and tell your friends about it. This may be the only poem I ever write.
Sitting in the bathroom wary,
On the toilet I do tarry.
As I glance down to the grate,
Of the heater that I hate.
There comes a knock upon the door,
"Will you poop forever more?"
To this com`ment I do reply,
"I can do but merely try."
Pound and pound they carry on,
Till my poop is nearly gone.
Angrier and Angrier they do grow,
"Hurry up, you're very slow."
I wipe my arse and lift my pants,
I feel so light I want to dance.
I leave the louve and they do enter,
They appear to be all a-benter.
They close the door with a snap,
As I plan my cunning trap.
I saunter off to meet with Zuri
And leave them with my unflushed fury.
In case you are wondering "Zuri" is something I found on the internet that rhymes with "fury" It is a name here, but I think it's also part of some other stuff, I'm not really sure. Something about goddesses and something about beauty supplies. Also, I made up a-benter, it's not a word as far as I know. And the little accent sign thing in "comment" is the to split the word and make it pronounced more like two syllables, it make the line sound better when reading it.
· Fri Apr 03, 2009 @ 08:20am · 1 Comments