| picksy |
Tonight i shared my bath with a fly ,
There was no-one there just him and i ,
I was sat up scrubbing and then i was kneeling ,
He sat and watched me from the ceiling ,
It was steamy hot and getting hazy ,
Does passing time with a fly mean i'm going crazy ,
Whilst i was quite mellow making hardly a sound ,
He seem a tad gumpy keep buzzing around ,
Now some say we come back , we are reincarnate things ,
Could this be my Aunt Edith with a set of wings ?
I was hoping not , the old bird was a prude ,
And it would fuck her off to see me nude !
Now the room grew cold and the candle dim ,
As if the reaper had strolled right in ,
Dont play Picks your tune on your deadly flute ,
Dont come and take me in my birthday suit ,
Theres not just me death , look up there !
My fuckin Auntie Edith with wings and hair ,
She plumited down landing on her back ,
Was it old age again or a heart attack ,
Now i miss my Auntie Edith so i'm not being rude
But rather see her dead than see her walking on my food ,
And this tales half true i'm not trying to make you laugh ,
Just been chatting to a fly sitting in my bath.
Edited Sun 8 Nov 09, 9:50 PM by picksy
| 8 Nov 09, 9:49 PM JustLou UK(M), 5 yrs |
absolutely brilliant! |
| 8 Nov 09, 10:34 PM feistywitch UK(WA), 5 yrs |
soooo funny !! live the life you love, love the life you live. |
| 8 Nov 09, 11:18 PM little_belle UK(E), 4 yrs |
Well that's got to be some of the best poetry I've seen on IC. Nice one Hewwo! I make nylon whips. Take a peek at my profile if you'd like to buy one. |
| 9 Nov 09, 11:02 AM Betony UK, 7 yrs |
Love it! |