She leaned propped in the corner,
That elderly lady with the long straggly hair,
apparently unwashed.
Her hair,
it wasn't shiny white liken to her dignified friends,
it was almost dreadlocks,
It didn't smell bad,
nor did it smell good,
surprising I hear you say.
The handsome guy,
He dashes in.
He grabs her round the waist,
He chucks her head in a bucket of water,
pulls her hair and rings it out,
chucks her hair on to the floor,
and rubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed some more.
The linoleum now,
is glowing clean,
pristeen,
sparkling,
smelling fresh,
looking like it's nearly new.
Just amazes me,
what a good looking younger man can do,
when playing in the lady poet's imagination!!
(C) Livvi
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 2:02 PM UTC
She leaned propped in the corner,
That elderly lady with the long straggly hair,
apparently unwashed.
Her hair,
it wasn't shiny white liken to her dignified friends,
it was almost dreadlocks,
It didn't smell bad,
nor did it smell good,
surprising I hear you say.
The handsome guy,
He dashes in.
He grabs her round the waist,
He chucks her head in a bucket of water,
pulls her hair and rings it out,
chucks her hair on to the floor,
and rubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed some more.
The linoleum now,
is glowing clean,
pristeen,
sparkling,
smelling fresh,
looking like it's nearly new.
Just amazes me,
what a good looking younger man can do,
when playing in the lady poet's imagination!!
(C) Livvi
Okay, so I have an imagination like no other!
and I promise I'm totally sane!!
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