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Hi 😀


There was an explosion of sorts:

A slippery ooze coated the floor

As the machine began to empty

In a suddy uprising.


Harold kept humming that annoying song

As he got to grips with the guidebook

(Our contractual handyman privileges: expired)


And I, the eternal cynic, criticised all his efforts,

Poked at his ego with my tongue,

Goading him until he grabbed me;

Dunked me in the soapy sludge

And made me furious.


You’ll notice that I was good and kept the subject matter clean 😉

I also kept Jon Bon Jovi out of the poem. 

Do I get a medal?!


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One Response to “Uprising”

  1. Jane Wright Says:

    This brought a smile to my face

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