1 July 2012
I'm always wondering what's down there,
It's like some mysterious underground lair,
I think it's a monster in the dark,
Green shinny scales and fins like a shark,
Drinking up the watery waste,
Living down the sink without haste,
Like a little retirement drain,
For those monsters now refrained,
A solitary rest-bite for those,
That lurked under your bed to steal toes,
Friends with the gremlin in the fridge,
And the troll under the goat's bridge,
Now he's old and harmless, right?
Not biting, stealing or picking a fight,
Your friendly neighbourhood plug-hole pest,
That lonely drain-pipe now possessed.
Down the Sink • Opuss № I