Drying My Urchin Poem by Sebastian Seal

Sebastian Seal

Novosibirsk, Siberia

Drying My Urchin



My urchin had been out in the cold, wet rain,
He needed to be warmed and dried.

I gave him a rub with a teatowel,
But he got friction burns and cried.

So I had a go with a hair dryer,
But the draught made him roll and slide.

Then I thought of the microwave,
In which food is cooked and fried.

I popped him in for an hour and half,
After which he exploded far and wide.

He's rather ungrateful for my efforts,
But at least I can say that I tried!

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Sebastian Seal

Novosibirsk, Siberia
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