April 29, 2018

POETRY CORNER For April 29

Hazmat Night

The night is dark
The house it creaks
I walk in stark
As that damn faucet leaks

Ouch, that hurt
Damnit, that was my foot
Hope that's yogurt
Crap, almost fell into the nook

Wildly flail my arms
First nothing but air
Oh, there are the alarms
Hope the neighbors don't care

Something is a miss
When the house is a mess
And taking a simple piss
Requires gazelle dexterity and quickness

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