Aug 13
Hi 😀
From Textfixer
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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August 18th, 2017 at 6:28 pm
This brought a smile to my face