She sweeps him
up.
Puts the bits of
broken urn in the bin.
Empties the back end of
the ***** bottle.
And with the aid of
a little yellow funnel
decants his ashes from
dustpan to bottle.
A little cloud of him
hangs in the air
like a genie
appearing from...
She keeps him in
the ***** bottle
for ohhh...years
despite him being
a whiskey man.
When he was a real
life man
he would beat her
when the spirit moved him.
Sad to say she was glad
he was dead.
His death gave her
her life back.
She hated the way he
coloured her
skin in
with big blooming bruises.
One year she just got fed up
looking at him in the bottle
in his ashes to ashes
transformation.
So she just flushed
him down the loo.
His photo kept on
smiling as
he watched
behind the ***** glass
this her
final revenge.
Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 4:07 PM UTC
She sweeps him
up.
Puts the bits of
broken urn in the bin.
Empties the back end of
the ***** bottle.
And with the aid of
a little yellow funnel
decants his ashes from
dustpan to bottle.
A little cloud of him
hangs in the air
like a genie
appearing from...
She keeps him in
the ***** bottle
for ohhh...years
despite him being
a whiskey man.
When he was a real
life man
he would beat her
when the spirit moved him.
Sad to say she was glad
he was dead.
His death gave her
her life back.
She hated the way he
coloured her
skin in
with big blooming bruises.
One year she just got fed up
looking at him in the bottle
in his ashes to ashes
transformation.
So she just flushed
him down the loo.
His photo kept on
smiling as
he watched
behind the ***** glass
this her
final revenge.
The title comes from that nice Mr. Hitchcock man!
