Ghostly Constipation
12 April, 2010
Author: Colin Stewart
It's hard these day to crack a smile.
I reside at the address of denial.
This condition is currently cramping my style.
No longer do I flow like the river Nile.
If you can't be regular it's too much to bear.
My restless spirit is going nowhere
so I haunt the scene of this domestic crime
where I once sat and did it on time!
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Witch of Oz (60.230.161.64) -- Tuesday, April 13 2010, 11:36 am Very good play on words Colin. Double meanings all throughout this poem. Very clever and very Colin once again. |
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