Each time he goes
I say the same thing...
"Don't make a mess,
please do'nt sling!
Lift the lid,
pay attention!"
This one thousand times
I've surely mentioned.
Before company
I go and check,
to see if it's dry,
"WHAT THE HECK?!"
He did it again,
spews, sprays!
Tinkle, sprinkle!
"Son! Gross! Everyday!"
It's wet, it stinks.
He's who I blame.
My son's nine years old
and still, no aim!
So an additional man
now shares residents.
More worry to squat,
it only makes sense.
If son's not at fault,
he smiles in sublime.
At least I won't scream
HIS name this time!
A contest entry
- My first quickie! by Eddie Ecstasy.
400 points, ended October 2, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Haha, wow. This was unexpected. I loved it, but I just didn't see it coming when I put up the prompt. I'll tell you, I'mglad I read it, it brightened my day, and I'm about to have to go into work. Thanks for entering, and good luck.


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