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Meteorite Madness: Part 2

Continued from Part 1!

It’s time to flush, but will the bowl hold?
These pipes are a few decades old.

Using the brush I jab at the tough boulder.
That’s when I slip, and injure my shoulder.

I stab at it again, despite my bodily hurt.
Mustn’t get splash back on my nice shirt.

No dent, no scratch on this monstrous basalt.
Even after my violent toilet brush assault.

Brush in other hand, I hack with all gusto!
And the handle cracks, then goes bust-O!

What if I burn it, melt it a bit?
Crisp it up, this stubborn shit.

Better yet, what if I give it a blast?
Brown hellfire is the weather forecast!

So I feed it some farty fumes, gas it all up.
The idea here is to see it go erupt!

Concluded in Part 3!

Pure Pooetry

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