Loaded and ready – some may call it sin
The urge unrelenting – set to release from within
Control. All-consuming, waiting for the right time
Unloading before expectation
Holding back a wry sigh.
Soaked and wet you look up to see
A smile on my face, a sense of joy and glee
Who knew that people could have so much fun
Squirting other people with a plastic water gun
The Watergun
so that's my poem this week...not too much time to think about it.... ;)
3 comments:
interesting...creative...I thought i was reading about something else at first :)Well, done!
I love squirt guns. Not so much the super soakers, but small stealth ones that you can carry in your pocket.
hehe - that's the kind i'm talking about.
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