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"toiletry" poems
I wiped my *** on Shakespeare once: in the absence of guidance or conscience or prudence bereft of any toilet paper the solution appliance which at the time felt like brilliance was the re-acquaintance of Hamlet. In that transient experience the resemblance of ignorance and the reverence of indifference ignoring the previous deviance was replaced with a new found sense of future toiletry diligence.
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Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 9:18 AM UTC
I Wiped My *** on Shakespeare Once
I’d only been home for a week or two And Jeanine was acting queer, Each time she’d pass the mirror she’d stare And I heard her say, ‘Oh dear!’ I’d been away for five long years But she hadn’t changed a bit, Each time I’d ask, she’d cover her ears: ‘I have to go to The Crypt!’ I thought that she meant the local club Where they drank and danced all night, ‘Aren’t you a little too old for that,’ I’d say, and her face turned white. ‘You’re only as old as you feel,’ she snapped, ‘If only,’ was my reply, ‘Whether we like it or not, we age, And then, we finally die.’ She put her hands to her ears, and shrieked, ‘Don’t ever say that to me! You can die, but I’ll still go on, I’ll be what I want to be.’ I stood quite shocked as she raved, she cried And turned and ran from the room, I didn’t know what to make of her, So sat, half stunned in the gloom. She’d always worried about her looks Had made up her face for hours, I’d said, ‘You’re really compulsive, Sis,’ She’d take innumerable showers. I said, ‘You’re washing yourself away, There’ll be no oil in your skin.’ ‘But don’t you think that I’m beautiful,’ She’d say, with an evil grin. She’d never married, but dated men Who would compliment on her looks, ‘He said I’m like Cleopatra,’ or, ‘Like Helen of Troy in the books!’ ‘Words are cheap,’ I would say to her And she’d fly right into a rage, ‘You’re always trying to put me down!’ ‘You’re like a bird in a cage! Always fluffing your feathers up To say, ‘Hey look at me!’ Don’t you care for the things in life That are not complimentary?’ But she would shrug and ignore me then She was vain beyond compare, I didn’t know that she’d signed a pact With the Devil, in her despair. The weeks went by and her mood got worse, She was nervous, I could see, Her hands would tremble and she would curse Applying her toiletry. The wrinkles set in around her eyes ‘So much for that cream I bought! I’ll have to go to The Crypt,’ she cried, And burst in tears at the thought. One day I spied her out in the street Down by a ruined church, She forced her way past the battened door And disappeared with a lurch. I waited hours, out there in the street To see when she’d reappear, Then realised she’d gone to the crypt In the bowels of that church, in there. She came out walking, as in a trance, So beautiful, redefined, I couldn’t believe the change in her, I thought that I’d lost my mind. The girl I saw was only a shell Of the woman who once was whole, Whoever she’d met in that evil crypt Had walked away with her soul! David Lewis Paget
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Jul 17, 2013
Jul 17, 2013 at 5:24 AM UTC
The Crypt
I’d only been home for a week or two And Jeanine was acting queer, Each time she’d pass the mirror she’d stare And I heard her say, ‘Oh dear!’ I’d been away for five long years But she hadn’t changed a bit, Each time I’d ask, she’d cover her ears: ‘I have to go to The Crypt!’ I thought that she meant the local club Where they drank and danced all night, ‘Aren’t you a little too old for that,’ I’d say, and her face turned white. ‘You’re only as old as you feel,’ she snapped, ‘If only,’ was my reply, ‘Whether we like it or not, we age, And then, we finally die.’ She put her hands to her ears, and shrieked, ‘Don’t ever say that to me! You can die, but I’ll still go on, I’ll be what I want to be.’ I stood quite shocked as she raved, she cried And turned and ran from the room, I didn’t know what to make of her, So sat, half stunned in the gloom. She’d always worried about her looks Had made up her face for hours, I’d said, ‘You’re really compulsive, Sis,’ She’d take innumerable showers. I said, ‘You’re washing yourself away, There’ll be no oil in your skin.’ ‘But don’t you think that I’m beautiful,’ She’d say, with an evil grin. She’d never married, but dated men Who would compliment on her looks, ‘He said I’m like Cleopatra,’ or, ‘Like Helen of Troy in the books!’ ‘Words are cheap,’ I would say to her And she’d fly right into a rage, ‘You’re always trying to put me down!’ ‘You’re like a bird in a cage! Always fluffing your feathers up To say, ‘Hey look at me!’ Don’t you care for the things in life That are not complimentary?’ But she would shrug and ignore me then She was vain beyond compare, I didn’t know that she’d signed a pact With the Devil, in her despair. The weeks went by and her mood got worse, She was nervous, I could see, Her hands would tremble and she would curse Applying her toiletry. The wrinkles set in around her eyes ‘So much for that cream I bought! I’ll have to go to The Crypt,’ she cried, And burst in tears at the thought. One day I spied her out in the street Down by a ruined church, She forced her way past the battened door And disappeared with a lurch. I waited hours, out there in the street To see when she’d reappear, Then realised she’d gone to the crypt In the bowels of that church, in there. She came out walking, as in a trance, So beautiful, redefined, I couldn’t believe the change in her, I thought that I’d lost my mind. The girl I saw was only a shell Of the woman who once was whole, Whoever she’d met in that evil crypt Had walked away with her soul! David Lewis Paget
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Familiar sounds of your evening toiletry soon will be no more.         5.iii.11
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Mar 5, 2011
Mar 5, 2011 at 3:10 PM UTC
Reflecting on Us Now that You Will Be Leaving Me in Sadness
Cupboard doors open and slam in a rush of morning departures. Tins of beans and packets of pasta checked for use by dates end up piled up on the table. Toothpaste faces run in clutching new soap and that unopened toiletry to add their finds. Pat on heads. Loading and quick check on calendar. Yrs 2 to 6 9am St. Matthew's the products of field's and labour day's of equality Rushing around to get home in the dark. Central heating clicked into the Internet of Things. Instant pictures of children's day. Instant food on the table. Entertainment on demand pumps out donate now message from Shelter. cardboard bedsheets night's of equality
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Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 2:54 AM UTC
equiknocks a haibun
Yes, future events are free, some are permanent. Bright, Yellow, Yellow, Yellow, Fake, Photo, Illustration, Art, Painting, Work, Breathe,                                   Toiletry Bag. A musical comedy and a mixture of inventions in Kavala City. Yinetewi, amazing dictionary cart music, light technique, light machine, detailed vehicle,               a dictionary for ************ is not a fever for me.                   For Sale, Perspective, Success, Habits or Goh By Writing Scroll Editions, Treasures of Africa and Ottomans, Wounds, Floors, Pools, Sports cars, Grass and Water,                                             ROJ! !!!!! Thee Posted in: مشاركه Editor: From: الزمان !!!!! Japan, Japan travel, Turkey and Christmas. Green, Blue, Blue, Italian Grace, Tuesday, Sunday, Heart, Air Spirit, Night Love, Innocent Love, Information Contest, Competition, Running, Race, Competition, Market, Groceries, Lost Days Of Love. Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Morning, Comedy, White Horse, Beautiful Girl Consulting Services; Legendary immediate answer to the future of legal advice. Quick nickname, Instant Voice ts'ibetewi form. September, Sam's Lifestyle is a Good Life Preparing for the Future A happy,                                                                    happy, happy, happy, happy, happy. Cousin Horn Black Black Head Head Crying Parents Screaming with a Beautiful Brown Caucasus Beautiful Day. Parker, Sellers, Star Hotel Hosts The True Truth. Underwater World's Dark Blunt Foil Image The Partner Watcher's knowledge of serious                     chemical abuse comes or goes. Heart in space broken Bright, Yellow, Yellow, Yellow,                                                                   Landscape, Photo, Painting, Art, Painting, Work, Respiration, Wet Paint. Japanese music and composite colors influence the music and music of other musical instruments such as music. For example, for use as other musical instruments, cars, orchestrated text, for me to test or guess the meaning of Gohi. Gulf Stream, Script Editor,                             Emperor,                                                                                                                                           Royalty, Courage, Local and Eid worldwide Lashes,                                     Billiards, Hunt, Grass and Water, Ole! Thee Posted in:                                        مشاركه Editor: From: الزمان !!!!! Japan, Japan, Turkey and Hong Kong have suffered great defeats. Green, Blue, Italian, Greek, September, Sunday, Heart, Life, Camel, Flame,                                    Fantasy and Christian Life, White and Open Games and Summer Games.                                             Hearts Hearts Hearts Hearts Hearts Hearts Hearts
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Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 4:11 AM UTC
Lost Days Of Love - Fantasy and Christian Life
Yes, future events are free, some are permanent. Bright, Yellow, Yellow, Yellow, Fake, Photo, Illustration, Art, Painting, Work, Breathe,                                   Toiletry Bag. A musical comedy and a mixture of inventions in Kavala City. Yinetewi, amazing dictionary cart music, light technique, light machine, detailed vehicle,               a dictionary for ************ is not a fever for me.                   For Sale, Perspective, Success, Habits or Goh By Writing Scroll Editions, Treasures of Africa and Ottomans, Wounds, Floors, Pools, Sports cars, Grass and Water,                                             ROJ! !!!!! Thee Posted in: مشاركه Editor: From: الزمان !!!!! Japan, Japan travel, Turkey and Christmas. Green, Blue, Blue, Italian Grace, Tuesday, Sunday, Heart, Air Spirit, Night Love, Innocent Love, Information Contest, Competition, Running, Race, Competition, Market, Groceries, Lost Days Of Love. Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Morning, Comedy, White Horse, Beautiful Girl Consulting Services; Legendary immediate answer to the future of legal advice. Quick nickname, Instant Voice ts'ibetewi form. September, Sam's Lifestyle is a Good Life Preparing for the Future A happy,                                                                    happy, happy, happy, happy, happy. Cousin Horn Black Black Head Head Crying Parents Screaming with a Beautiful Brown Caucasus Beautiful Day. Parker, Sellers, Star Hotel Hosts The True Truth. Underwater World's Dark Blunt Foil Image The Partner Watcher's knowledge of serious                     chemical abuse comes or goes. Heart in space broken Bright, Yellow, Yellow, Yellow,                                                                   Landscape, Photo, Painting, Art, Painting, Work, Respiration, Wet Paint. Japanese music and composite colors influence the music and music of other musical instruments such as music. For example, for use as other musical instruments, cars, orchestrated text, for me to test or guess the meaning of Gohi. Gulf Stream, Script Editor,                             Emperor,                                                                                                                                           Royalty, Courage, Local and Eid worldwide Lashes,                                     Billiards, Hunt, Grass and Water, Ole! Thee Posted in:                                        مشاركه Editor: From: الزمان !!!!! Japan, Japan, Turkey and Hong Kong have suffered great defeats. Green, Blue, Italian, Greek, September, Sunday, Heart, Life, Camel, Flame,                                    Fantasy and Christian Life, White and Open Games and Summer Games.                                             Hearts Hearts Hearts Hearts Hearts Hearts Hearts
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not keen on the word really, sounds somewhat toiletry or occurring in a natural place/ america, or grizzly big furry thing that may be a myth. crouch is also disliked for one of the above, and the end. the synonyms are disagreeable as far as i can see, so i shall sit here nicely. sbm.
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Mar 28, 2017
Mar 28, 2017 at 4:51 AM UTC
. being british .