Friday, 19 August 2011

Water

I eye the water bottle nervously,
Grasped between hands of vengeance,
Mischievous hands.
Please dont!
I dont want to get changed.

SQUIRT.

I'm going to need five minutes guys.
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  1. The Nervous Poet19 August 2011 at 03:28

    Hahaha
    I know what this poem is about and that makes me find it extremely funny
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