Before standing on a chair one day
(to adjust a gew-gaw on a beam)
and falling a full fifty centimetres
to the floor,
I despised all living humans - except two.
Now, twelve days later,
smelling (unsurprisingly) of Old Man
I despise all but one.
Looking on the bright side, however,
I have finally mastered the amazing
virile art of pissing while prostrate
into what in France is called, delightfully,
un pistolet.
No comments:
Post a Comment