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It wasn't funny, I'd used every spare sock. Every newspaper that had past my letter box.. I couldn't use my ******* magazine as the pages had mysteriously stuck together?? So I walked like a crab into my back garden.. My hose pipe connected, I know how Sylvester Stallone felt In demolition man, three sea shells.. F##k this S##t, but no morality machine for spare sheets.... F#########ck.... Ok lets get the water pressure just right, I turn it on and my ***** swing like a pendulum. dam that made my eyes water.. This time I put it in the right place, a unique sensation, but just as I was clean, my back porch light turned on.. All I heard was, "Frank don't worry its cold, As he laughed out loud. I walked back in my ***** sore, but **** fresh clean, even though embarrassed..
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Apr 5, 2020
Apr 5, 2020 at 6:09 PM UTC
Garden hose Blues
It wasn't funny, I'd used every spare sock. Every newspaper that had past my letter box.. I couldn't use my ******* magazine as the pages had mysteriously stuck together?? So I walked like a crab into my back garden.. My hose pipe connected, I know how Sylvester Stallone felt In demolition man, three sea shells.. F##k this S##t, but no morality machine for spare sheets.... F#########ck.... Ok lets get the water pressure just right, I turn it on and my ***** swing like a pendulum. dam that made my eyes water.. This time I put it in the right place, a unique sensation, but just as I was clean, my back porch light turned on.. All I heard was, "Frank don't worry its cold, As he laughed out loud. I walked back in my ***** sore, but **** fresh clean, even though embarrassed..
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Apr 5, 2020
Apr 5, 2020 at 6:09 PM UTC
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