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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  • V rank on Nov 29, 2009

    What’s with the title? But you have a good sense of artistry…

  • maybii on Nov 30, 2009

    Almost deleted this, then someone decides they like it. thanks franklin.

  • Pithom on Nov 30, 2009

    Very witty… you definitely worked this well.

    “Regrets felt, screaming the devil’s a liar”

    That line cracked me up.

    Anyway, next time… instead of water… drink milk… slowly…

    …you might not feel any better the next day… but you’ll at least avoid burning up the inside of your mouth while you’re eating.

  • Doy Acedo on Jan 25, 2011

    much to think about.

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