A Poem a Day Rip-Offs

'Cucumber' courtesy of Pixabay.com If I sliced it into twenty slivers and sliced each sliver into a sluice of a slush I would no longer have a cucumber Just a soup that once consumed would slither through my inners and slip out into the sewers sloppy Copyright owned by Jay Cool, January 2019 Inspired by the 'last cucumber from the garden' by Giovanni Singleton.

Image courtesy of Pixabay.com How can I shout my thoughts to the world, when trapped in my passage is something unfurled? Christmas is over - that much is true, so why can't I shift, then, my arse off the loo? Year's not done - I must see the end - so where is the bog roll that should be my friend? With laughter, I rise - pants at my knees, but a blast of cold air, alas, makes me sneeze. How can I hobble - hunt down a roll - my knees stuck together by poo with no soul?  The New Year is here - that much is true, JUST CHUCK US SOME BOG ROLL, IF STUCK IN THE QUEUE! Copyright owned by Jay Cool , December 2018 Inspired by Ella Wheeler Wilcox's poem,  'The Year' .