Kitchen

Yap, yap, yap.

Clack, clack, clack.

Rarr, rarr, rarr.

Clack, Clack, Crack.

I pour from the bottle,

The smell is raw n almost burning.

A drop spills out the beaker,

washing machine starts churning.

The cold plastic box,

is full to the brim.

Of recyclable rubbish,

I need to put in the bin.

Cloth damp n dank,

I rub through my fingers.

As I load up the machine,

That raw smell it still lingers.

Brrr, brrr, brrr.

clunk, clunk, clunk.

rurr, rurr, rurr.

clunk, clunk, clunk.

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Green

Green is the colour of sick and bile,

It stinks a lot and hangs around for a while.

Green is the colour of cut grass and cricket pitches,

Imagine a village full of trees, winding roads and ditches.

Green is the colour you see of crap high up in your guts,

Don't look at the screen during a colonoscopy it hurts too much.

Green is a primary colour of light called RGB,

It's a base colour and helps make up all the other colours you see.

Green is that smell of horrible veg drifting from the kitchen,

Brussel sprouts, spinach, and all the other good for u food that keeps you bitchin'.

Green is the murky colour of underwater growth and frogs,

It's all stains on your clothes and summer moss hanging off logs.

Green isn't a colour that you would paint your car and sell very well,

It's in that list of colours that a hobbit's house may dwell.

Green is a colour not as pretty as red yellow or blue,

But I know from doctors it's the colour of food that is good for you.

So green is a gurky colour and like others to the blind hard to describe,

Just know that you ask a friend if the traffic light is green before they drive.

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I write this sitting in the kitchen sink.....

I write this sitting in the kitchen sink,

It gives me time to sit n think.

The cool water running over my legs,

A midget wishing he had long pegs.

I sit here all alone in the basin,

Splash a bit of water over my face an,

Drown my sullen sorrows.

N hide from ill thought shot arrows.

My head sits under the tap,

And the drips make me want to nap.

It saves on having a bathroom,

And lets me have a bigger living room.

A midget in my own mansion,

That a tall person would need an expansion.

I get out of my two tooled bath,

N rub down have a good laugh.

I may be small in stature,

But my belly is full of laughter.

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