Friday, October 9, 2015
Timing Plays It's Fiddle - A Poem
Herman claimed he could stare at the sun for hours on end without any ill effects.
‘Well prove it’ I said.
An hour and forty minutes later and his eyes POPPED.
The joke was on me though.
The exploding eye juice made me squeamish.
And right at the exact moment when it had become impossible to enjoy the look on his face as he saw me puke on his new sofa.