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Poems for my Flatmate. Wednesday, 27 April 2011. On the sofa you snooze. You’re filled with self pity. And with yesterdays booze. To cleaning the house. And thanks to your habits. We’re now lodging a mouse. When I ask you to tidy. Your eyes well with tears. Your sense of injustice. Honed over the years. If I point out your clutter. You moan and you pout. Well sulk on your own. Because I’m soon moving out. I came home to find you snoozing. On the sofa after boozing. Til the early hours of morning. Picture...

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Poems for my Flatmate. Wednesday, 27 April 2011. On the sofa you snooze. You’re filled with self pity. And with yesterdays booze. To cleaning the house. And thanks to your habits. We’re now lodging a mouse. When I ask you to tidy. Your eyes well with tears. Your sense of injustice. Honed over the years. If I point out your clutter. You moan and you pout. Well sulk on your own. Because I’m soon moving out. I came home to find you snoozing. On the sofa after boozing. Til the early hours of morning. Picture...

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Poems for my Flatmate. Wednesday, 27 April 2011. On the sofa you snooze. You’re filled with self pity. And with yesterdays booze. To cleaning the house. And thanks to your habits. We’re now lodging a mouse. When I ask you to tidy. Your eyes well with tears. Your sense of injustice. Honed over the years. If I point out your clutter. You moan and you pout. Well sulk on your own. Because I’m soon moving out. I came home to find you snoozing. On the sofa after boozing. Til the early hours of morning. Picture...

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Poems for my Flatmate: Revenge

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Poems for my Flatmate. Wednesday, 27 April 2011. I came home to find you snoozing. On the sofa after boozing. Til the early hours of morning. You rolled in as day was dawning. And I know what time you got in! I was still awake and plotting. Of the ways to make you sorry. That you left me here last night. Then today you watched me cleaning. You just lounged around here preening! While I scrubbed til floors were gleening. And you wondered what to wear. Go on… have another night out! View my complete profile.

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Poems for my Flatmate: The Last Straw

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Poems for my Flatmate. Wednesday, 27 April 2011. On the sofa you snooze. You’re filled with self pity. And with yesterdays booze. To cleaning the house. And thanks to your habits. We’re now lodging a mouse. When I ask you to tidy. Your eyes well with tears. Your sense of injustice. Honed over the years. If I point out your clutter. You moan and you pout. Well sulk on your own. Because I’m soon moving out. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.

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Poems for my Flatmate: Quiet Life

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Poems for my Flatmate. Wednesday, 27 April 2011. Living on my sofa. Where my housemate used to be. Is a gently snoring saprotrophe. That co exists with our TV. I know this creature’s growing. This is its constant source of stress). But I’ve never seen it eating. Although it often leaves a mess. Sometimes from folds of duvet. I can hear a snuffled crunch. But apart from this (and wrappers). There is no evidence of lunch. It sighs and huffs and grumbles. If I disturb its place of rest.

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Poems for my Flatmate. Wednesday, 27 April 2011. On the sofa you snooze. You’re filled with self pity. And with yesterdays booze. To cleaning the house. And thanks to your habits. We’re now lodging a mouse. When I ask you to tidy. Your eyes well with tears. Your sense of injustice. Honed over the years. If I point out your clutter. You moan and you pout. Well sulk on your own. Because I’m soon moving out. I came home to find you snoozing. On the sofa after boozing. Til the early hours of morning. Picture...

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