Abigail Belle has farted again – there is no
disguising the venom of it with wistful lies
about errant breezes bearing shocking smells
of rotting things expressed in those angelic eyes.
I’m innocent, she claims – with an irrepressible
grin; it’s not me truly but it sure clings to the
furnishings, doesn’t it? My, I wonder – who
needs to go outside? Oh, you mean – Me?
In an enclosed space after lunch 10Kg of
Jack Russell Terrier packs a mean punch; so,
deferring to commonsense and blue in the
face we humans unilaterally evacuate.
Our JRTs are not usually deprived the right
of innocence until proven otherwise, but
when Nickki Cleopatra casually farts on a
knee whilst dispensing discretionary fidelity
there is no defence. She is confined
to the bench outside with Abigail Belle
and invited to fart there, when and where,
and indeed, as often as she pleases.
© 21 March 2007, I.D. Carswell
disguising the venom of it with wistful lies
about errant breezes bearing shocking smells
of rotting things expressed in those angelic eyes.
I’m innocent, she claims – with an irrepressible
grin; it’s not me truly but it sure clings to the
furnishings, doesn’t it? My, I wonder – who
needs to go outside? Oh, you mean – Me?
In an enclosed space after lunch 10Kg of
Jack Russell Terrier packs a mean punch; so,
deferring to commonsense and blue in the
face we humans unilaterally evacuate.
Our JRTs are not usually deprived the right
of innocence until proven otherwise, but
when Nickki Cleopatra casually farts on a
knee whilst dispensing discretionary fidelity
there is no defence. She is confined
to the bench outside with Abigail Belle
and invited to fart there, when and where,
and indeed, as often as she pleases.
© 21 March 2007, I.D. Carswell
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