1. 22 Jan



    (An ode to bean soup) Still My Commode Gently Weeps

    It is not only our commode which weeps; we all weep when my husband makes bean soup (although the soup is, itself, delicious, in spite of its consequences that inevitably follow).

    thunderdolt:

    I look at the wall see the roll there that’s cringing, while my commode gently weeps. I leave the bathroom and the fan is still blowing, still my commode gently weeps.

     
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