Wuthering heights & Withering dicks…
See me way down there holding the sign,
Yeah that’s me with the sign that reads, IDIOTS,
You could not get me up there to do this job,
Not with all, from Italy, the fine wine…
Don’t look down is all I got to say,
What if one of them has to pee,
Or worst yet have to poop,
Someone on the ground will get a surprise,
Suffice to say at that height it won’t attract flies…
For me everything would be tight,
I would not be able to in anyway fight,
And urge to at least spit,
Would it make it to the ground?
Or would it with the wind rebound…?
See the kind of poetry, if you can call it as such,
I am resorting to with my muse again on vacation,
Don’t think of me as being in anyway touched,
At the very least it is open to any and all misinterpretation…
© ed ~ 1/30/05
Putting me up there will urge a poop anyways!!
Love Tinka
Take care,
Sherry
Heights never bothered me until lately. And this pic--YIPE *shivers!*
Not I, said the fly--no way in HELL, says I
You raise interesting questions...anyone out there care to answer??
Excellent write!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.