Woke up (September 6th, 2020)...

 

Got outta bed boot

did not drag comb against head

of beetle browed foo fighter,

he did not arise

bright eyed (by George), nor bushy tailed

to bucket flush toilet.

 

After attending her asinine

morning toiletries, the missus

lovingly nudged me awake

quickly urging me to betake

sleepyhead husband pronto to bathroom,

 

(no matter I got bowled over from behind plus

additionally getting flush while hurriedly

caught up with current movement),

nevertheless despite being anointed

de facto proxy plumber,

crowned emergency attendant

 

incorporating obligatory undertones

yours truly summoned

one man bucket brigade

to block and tackle

messy task at hand,

cuz jack (ass) of all trades
and master of none

immediately got jibberjobber

self into action.

 

Accessible bathtub and shower linkedin
as washing facilities,

hence after pouring voluminous hot water

into maw majesty,

viz Ms porcelain goddess,

she gurgled and gushed with delight,

 

thus avoiding the need

to call maintenance man,

whose availability of sundays
(September 6th, 2020
no exception to rule)

more difficult than

finding needle in haystack.

 

Once morning dirty deed

done dirt cheap duty completely done,

cuz sudden necessity to evacuate arose,

strong bodily need,

to excrete I could not ignore, but only heed

lest aging garden variety

long haired pencil neck geek,

would figuratively experience

a posteriori his bottom dropping out

subsequently with dog speed

donned in Scottish tartan

and Harris tweed

pink frilly ("I hate boys")

nonetheless monogrammed underwear

adorned with precious venerable bead

hmm... methinks hyperbole

token heterosexual doth exceed.

 

Ass side resorting to poetic dramatization, eh

generic guy relishes word play touché

so please pardon me this literary antic okay

a non believer regarding conformity

also atheist, which confession he will pray

fly high wherein realm harboring soul of

Antoine Marie Jean-Baptiste Roger,

comte de Saint-Exupéry.