A smear? Really, dear...
I can't take it no more.
What? Can't wipe your butt?
I'm showing you the door.
Thirty dollars? And you holler?
I didn't think it'd get to this.
Hurry, you'd better scurry!
You'd better hope I'm gonna miss!
Our time together is through!
I've had ENOUGH of you!!!
Author notes
Prompt 4. Help came in underwear stains.
A contest entry
- PIF PROMPT CONTEST by penman.
700 points, ended September 14, 2008, 8 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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What a disturbing final straw indeed.
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Wonderful
Very well done. Best of luck in the contest
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This is very funny.....i thought only little boys wore those types...lol
Yea...i would draw the line there myself....haaaa
almost like the Eagles song..but you can change it to....
....and you'll have to wipe your ass all by yourself....
....cause im already gone........hhhaaaaaaaa
You are to much....lol
LIAM
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a great take on the promt lol
good luck in the contest
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LOL LMAO ROFL ROFLMAO! WONDERFUL!!!!!
I love it! HILARIOUS!!!!!!
Love,
Mylee
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