Delta40
09-24-2010, 05:21 PM
George was a merchant navy seaman
burly, loud with a Liverpudlian accent
who ate irish stew with a fried egg on top
His head stayed bent over the newspaper
while he slurped his tinned breakfast
He would start to cough a lifetime of cigarettes
till bits of food landed in my weet-bix
but I was not allowed to complain
his spoon scraped the bottom of the bowl
as he gobbled up the remains like a pig
My weet-bix would go soggy as I tried
to hold back my rising nausea
George guzzled his tea and farted
until his coughing became more severe
He choked '****!'
then rose up and regurgitated the stew
into the kitchen sink where my mother
stood making his lunch
At night I could hear their bedhead
knocking against my wall as she
gave him his fill of pleasure
she moaned dutifully in time
with his sweaty grunting
till finally he belched and rolled off
the sprawled remains of my mother
and vomited in the bathroom sink
burly, loud with a Liverpudlian accent
who ate irish stew with a fried egg on top
His head stayed bent over the newspaper
while he slurped his tinned breakfast
He would start to cough a lifetime of cigarettes
till bits of food landed in my weet-bix
but I was not allowed to complain
his spoon scraped the bottom of the bowl
as he gobbled up the remains like a pig
My weet-bix would go soggy as I tried
to hold back my rising nausea
George guzzled his tea and farted
until his coughing became more severe
He choked '****!'
then rose up and regurgitated the stew
into the kitchen sink where my mother
stood making his lunch
At night I could hear their bedhead
knocking against my wall as she
gave him his fill of pleasure
she moaned dutifully in time
with his sweaty grunting
till finally he belched and rolled off
the sprawled remains of my mother
and vomited in the bathroom sink