
This needs a lot of work, but I was in a hurry. Will probably edit it later. written for Ode to a Nightingale . R&R Please. Thanks.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry/Angst - Words: 68 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 03-11-08 - Status: Complete - id: 2487370
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I telephoned the plumbers,
but they had no specialists
to suit my needs. I've a
broken osmo-regulatory system
and the permanent dripping
is rusting my skin in sticky resignation.
Everything and anything can draw
droplets free, in pathetic sympathy
and my machinery isn't functioning,
My chest growls and I'm soaking wet,
My nose is hiccupping wetly –
but they can't find a human plumber.
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