Peculiarities (Fun Poem 142) - Poem by David Harris
We all act as an oddball every now and then
where people smile at what we do.
Sometimes it's under the influence
of one drink or another and sometimes it is not.
We've all heard of people talking to their animals,
but talking to inanimate objects, now that is something different.
A friend of mine went on a holiday once,
got drunk and ended up arguing with some taps,
the kind that water comes out of.
This first time was in a different country and the poor taps
didn't know any English and had no idea what she was talking about.
However, she has continued to talk to taps,
it's as if she expects them to answer her back
even when she is high on just a glass of water.
9 March 2013
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