poem was penned at the tender age of 17 after my first few experiences
of many beers then a curry... the rest, as they say, is history..!!
on the loo
Miss Grain prepares to have a poo...
A misty darkness starts to loom
As toxic vapours fill the room...
been clearly dealt
As toilet roll begins to melt
And paint starts peeling off the walls
The gunk inside the toilet crawls..!!
now a charred remain,
Is floating by the window pane
The door is warped; the light bulb burst
Our little Gina fears the worst
She tries escape
- alas in vain
She couldn't find the toilet chain
Young Gina realised too late
That chicken curry was her fate
I hope, my
friends, you will awaken
Before another life is taken -
Heed my warning: NEVER POO
WHEN YOU'VE BEEN EATING VINDALOO...!!!