Pores sweating.
Breathing laboured.
Eyes bulging.
Skin burning.
Thoughts deranged.
Throat pained.
Mouth foaming.
Belly gurgling.
Face red.
Darling i just about say, next time please don't make the curry so bloody hot.
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Author:
Wallace (
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- Users favorite of this poem: Aislinn Wilson
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Comments2
Good write, I have been there - is the toilet paper in the fridge?
My bum is in the fridge. Thanks for comment.
One of my favorites I've had the pleasure to read today! Very funny!
Thank you Aislinn.
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