Monday, August 16, 2010
PIPES AND PIPERING
This was inspired by Willow's blog Magpie Tales
Please go visit HER for more creative poems, stories etc! And join in, so simple, almost rule-free--most of all IT IS FUN!!!! Go HERE for quick information....
(In whisper mode) Shhhhh, I cannot talk...down here in the basement, being held prisoner. I am huddled on the damp floor, awaiting instructions from my captors. Shhhhh, I can overhear a few words now and then--we should stop talking. From now on...ONLY TEXT, OK?
IT IS OK
I HEAR THEY WANT TO KILL ME
SO I MUST SOMEHOW ESCAPE
CAN YOU HELP ME?
...OK I'LL PLAN IT MYSELF
I'LL MAKE IT TO THE DOOR ON SOUTH SIDE OF BUILDING AND KNOCK TWO TIMES, YOU BLOW IT OPEN AND I'LL GET OUT
THEY ARE COMING NOW--I HAVE TO MAKE A RUN FOR IT
PRAY FOR ME
Run. Run. Run (See Dick run--grin?) Crash! TRIP! Plop! Slide! "Oooof!" Holy Shit, here they co--......Crack! Crack!
......."Well, boys, guess he can swim with the fish today, OK? Ya know guys, if it weren't for that God damn old plumber's piping nightmare where he tripped on--he coulda' easily escaped."
"Hey JUNIOR! You Stupid Ass! Don't bother wiping blood off those nipples, lips, joints all twisted together, tongues, and grooves...you could end up separating that fitting male from the female fitting. YEAH, my Uncle Nero Willow the plumber always treated his pipes as if they were human. He called them 'Peep Pipes'!"