Friday, 7 November 2008

Half House Half Human

As the sun rose the darkness groaned,
The clouds sneezed out the rain,
The garage door opened its giant mouth,
The bed yawned as I pulled off the blankets.

The kettle gargled its throat,
The toast popped out of the volcano,
The fridge opened its great jaws ready for its next cold victim,
The tele woke up.

The tap cried so I could wash my hands,
Little people washed my mouth,
The toilet cleared its throat,
The black hole sucked up everything in its path.


By 6S

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