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Wet bed revenge

by roovacrag 

Posted: 16 October 2003
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I want to ask a question Lord.
An answer i must have.
I took my snowman up to bed,
while i did have my bath.

When i came back,he had gone.
The bed all wet and soggy.
Mummy got so cross with me,
She smacked my tiny botty.

So dear Lord,i want to know,
if you know where he lives.
Then you can tell me and i'll go,
and pee upon his bed.






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Fearless at 16:16 on 16 October 2003  Report this post
Al

As something of a faecal freak & doo-doo chaser, this poem appealed to me. I particularly liked the mindless thuggishness of the child, leaning on The Lord to find out the location of the errant snowman, so he can go there and 'clean his clocks', as it were. Ahem.

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TheGodfather at 02:03 on 17 September 2004  Report this post
Alice,

I loved the appeal to God for revenge. It's interesting how so often people do that. Strange too how both sides of a war are asking God for help. Maybe that's a stray aside though. Good poem.

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TheGodfather at 01:33 on 11 January 2005  Report this post
Alice,

I happened upon this poem again and read it without knowing I'd read it before. This is my first duplicate comment. I loved it again the second time around though.

Keep the writing coming.

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