oskar hansen


The Revenge Of A Doormat - Poem by oskar hansen

It is late at night happily not hot just like
a friendly spring and I have forgotten to water my plant
…. I have in the yard a 23 year old Cacti, he is the boss
and has assured them that I will water them soon, and
when he does be prepared for a deluge.
As I was preparing lunch: steak with salad, if you must
now, a cat -looks posh- sat on the mat on the front door
meowing, so I opened a tin of tuna fish as it can´t do it.
I did this not so much out of charity, I´m not blistering
on aiding the needy, but because my wife had rang
me from Cascais asking for more money decorating our
flat, and she dislike cats. I did laundry today, washed my
trousers and forgot to take my phone out of its pocket.
It was a new one the type that takes picture, if she had
been here this would not had happened so I will feed
the cat tomorrow too.


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  • Gold Star - 32,519 Points Gajanan Mishra (6/6/2013 5:41:00 AM)

    good pom, thanks,
    I invite you to read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 6, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, August 1, 2013


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