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A Man Who Cares (Free verse) by Dovina Chain in the tank
broken today
Porcelain bowl
clean and bright
Shirt sleeve wet
in the Hill Street Cafe
Up the ladder:
Hunter Thompson, In The Off Beat Chance Of Cunnilingus
Down the ladder:
my first poem
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Posted: October 25, 2004 3:07 PM PDT; Last modified: October 25, 2004 3:07 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.1152606 Overall Rank: 6008 Comments:
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Imago @ 64.8.77.154
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25-Oct-04/8:23 PM
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An Ode to plumbers everywhere. Nice little ditty.
Great storytelling. Has the chain been fixed yet?
Well itâs like this: The bowl was yucky til this customer decided to lift the lid. The chain had slipped off its handle as chains do, and he slipped it back on. Then he found a plunger and took care of the yuck. I could have done that, but didnât want to soil my hands. What better definition of a good man can you find?
yeah well you shouldnt of done you're massive stool there in the first place no wonder the mctoilet went tits-up.
It's always the one with a mouthful of accusations. flushed out. You should be ashamed.
I am ashamed. Ashamed of you. You who have left
an unspeakable undrinkable in the porcelain ranks of Armitage Shanks.
Found and left as was
And now I know the cause No respect for decency laws âTwas DA not Santa Clause
Robed in stench and labour pains
O'er the toilet bowl she strains. Wretched wails, and glist'ning brow: OH GOOD LORD PLEASE END IT NOW! And callously she leaves the boothe Writhing in a swollen truth. Left behind to be reviled: A CATACLYSMIC BROWNIAN CHILD!
lol. Never engage a man in his own game. I might learn.
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