Not Squeaky And Clean

No escaping the fact,

It would have to be sacked,

The loud noises it made,

Like an angry tirade,

Insisting on jumping,

Thumping and bumping,

Into balcony fence,

The last line of defense,

Before tumbling right down,

Causing more than a frown,

Of any soul below,

A Violent Hell – O,

So before it could harm,

To return the calm,

It was taken apart,

Never again to start,

Now it lies buried deep,

Part of the rubbish heap,

Contemplating too late,

Mightier dirty state.

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One Response to Not Squeaky And Clean

  1. whileiwalk says:

    It could be about my washing machine, or perhaps not…

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