I wrote this whilst sitting on the loo contemplating on how I got myself into this in the first place!
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Last Night was curry night
Lined up like the seasons
From Wimp to you’re crowned chili champ
I picked the hottest of summers
The shirt’s off, Gallons of water
Of the seasons
So this morning, sitting on white porcelain
Eyes closed, Butt clenched, spitting fire
Regrets felt, screaming the devil’s a liar
Bowel creaks, insides sing like a choir
I’ll survive this, won’t be dared for a repeat
unless you give me a tenner.
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