Thanks GreenPinga for inspiring this poem.
porcelain punch bowl
why not mix your drinks
in the toliet
and serve them out as if
you are at a Jane Austen ball
and save yourself the effort
of returning
time after time
to worship the porcelain god?
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3 comments:
Drinks in the tank,
hark in the bowl.
A vicious cycle.
this almost makes me wish i had a (clean) toilet that we could serve drinks in.
That would be a really cool thing to do at a Halloween party. Serve drinks out of a toilet punch bowl.
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