Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Apr 2016
It's rather late
For this kind of call isn't it?
Well I'm not one to look a Daft horse in the eye
So tell me, how wet is it?
Dripping you say?  You feel like it's about to burst from all the pressure?
Hold on for a little longer, I'll be over soon


Okay I'm Downstairs what's the status report?
It's sopping wet? Thank you for the free witty retort
I'm here, I've got my secret weapon in hand
I've got only one last question. ...

Where's the leak ma'am?
NeroameeAlucard
Written by
NeroameeAlucard  Chicago Illinois
(Chicago Illinois)   
463
   Brent Fisher
Please log in to view and add comments on poems