Potato's Bathtime Blog
RECUMBENT WHALE
by ~The Potato of Terror~ 28th August '04
How like a whale in shallow tides I lie
With rubber mallard
pointing to the South;
Short legs akimbo, upturned to the sky,
And vintage cognac poised beneath my mouth.
During intoxicated reverie,
Couched in icebergs and glaciers
of foam,
Feet resting on the taps, nonchalantly,
'Tis then I miss the pixie dells of home.
When fame arrived, to "rear its ugly head",
And pluck
me from blissful obscurity,
It brought great monstrous bimbos to my bed
Along with nights of drunk debauchery.
Now here I lie, like some recumbent whale,
Lucky to be
alive to tell the tale.
Friendly Vegetables,
© by The Potato of Terror 2004
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GO THRUST
by ~The Potato of Terror~ 20:53 21/08/2004
Go thrust thy buttocks through the window frame,
Thou
always claimed the sun arose therein;
We've seen them all, yet no two are the same,
Peach or Marquee, enormity or thin.
Ascending flocks of angels hide their eyes,
The sun and
moon shall turn away their face,
White lightning bolts illuminate the skies
As thy behind is shown, from place to place.
Go thrust thy buttocks through the window frame,
Let fancy
fly at caution as it likes;
Reveal its oblate splendour without shame,
Give flying pigs a place to park their bikes.
Go then, be like the ever-changing moon,
Or like some
vast, mutating macaroon.
Friendly Vegetables,
© by The Potato of Terror 2004
