It's my kite. But I didn't fly it.
Liz ran with it into the breeze.
Triumphant it rose to the skies.
Vanquishing the other kites
Which scurried away, ashamed
And outclassed
At Hanahana the steak
Was delicious
Firm, juicy and
Utterly tasty
If only I was
Not so full
Meanwhile, back at home
The previous night
Or nights
Someone has been busy
Relieving themselves
Completely.
I wonder if the postman thought twice
Before touching our box?
The door that once was stained with pee
Is stained with pee no more
I wiped it with a soapy cloth
So now it's just a door
Posted by: Liz Curtis | April 13, 2007 at 06:04 PM
Your door looks nothing like a urinal
But to the needy it must have looked... sublimal
Posted by: jac | April 13, 2007 at 06:53 PM
That sort of behaviour really p***** me off!
Posted by: Tim the Enchanter | April 16, 2007 at 05:40 PM