TARGET MY STOOLS

TARGET MY STOOLS,
WHERE FOR ART THEY?
SMEARING ME WITH SILLY EXCUSE,
PRODUCT OF BENT RICE QUEEN'S NEGLECT.
FETTED AND SUNG IN TONES SO OUT OF TUNE,
SAUCING MY STOOLS IS THE TARGET OF MY DISTRESS.
FILL MY UNSEATED WHOLE,
WITH THE PENNIES OF A MILLION WELL WISHES.
BEND AND DIVINE THE WATER FROM IT'S EDGE AND COME FORTH WITH THEM BAR STOOLING THIEF!!!
FOR THEY ARE MINE FOR THE SEAT OF TRUTH,
A PLACE TO REST MY BUTT IN COCKTAIL AND BEER DRIVEN RETREAT AND REPOSING SPLENDOUR.
SAUCE THEM, SAUCE THEM NOW I BESEECH YOU, OH TROY OF HELL AND HEAVENS FINE EMBRACE.
MAKE NOT OFF WITH THEM INTO THE NIGHT, FINGERING THEM IN MOCKING GESTURE .
TO SAY UNTO ME THAT INDEED THEY MOSTLY DO NOT EXCITE.
THAT THEY FROM ACROSS THE SEA CAN PRODUCE NOTHING MORE THAN 10% THAT COME OUT RIGHT!
NAY, NAY GO FROM HERE BEGGER OF THIEVES
AND HELP THIS STOOL LESS TEMPTRESS OF THE NIGHT.
AWAITING YOUR COOL AND COLLECTED TONES ,
I CLUTCH AND CLING TO THE ONE BLACK STOOL IN MINE POSSESION,
WISHING AND HOPING THAT THE STOOLS THAT I DESIRE ARRIVE AND ARE WORTHY OF MY SEAT.
Copyright (c) Robyn Whittaker. 2007.