mrgiles

Poems.

Friday, January 30, 2009

Bathroom Bliss

Bachelor Bisazza should not spend a penny on fixing
his Disturbed Mother with grisly treatments: just
one $500 Freedom voucher would clean her up for days.
Look how she whips this poor boy of hers up to
a level of apathy so bad he is committed. His mother
is the first step to happiness in a world gone bad with
Satan’s vinyl depression. Consider the rule that sybaritic
fools require ease and expediency of use to be

desirable, these beauties, ergo, have a nasty case of mould.
The perfect woman is mildew-free and clear from clutter,
albeit most have madness issues. Vanities on the other hand
choose tall, slim, mobile junk to use in cesspools.
Beware: men love to look like skid-marks caught on lino.
Keep them out of the bathroom, they look cheap.



* Uses text from an article of same title in a NZ House & Garden magazine.