Murder In The Shower Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Murder In The Shower



Murder in shower

I was taking shower;
-my skin white of soap,
-everywhere were bubbles.

Of nowhere she entered,
-dreadful and shameless!

Lost I was;
-stood there and observed
- "What can be next step? "

She did what had in mind
-looked at me, then around.

She was too confident,
-roamed from side to side,
-saw me not considered;
-not worthy to be there!
-And this soared my anger.

Pulled in palm my fingers
-was ready like boxer
-for jib, jab and knock out.

Hit her right against wall
-saw her depth be her wide.
-Her head and legs fell off
-and she was torn apart…

Had to wash and clean
-I would not let the scene
-be subject of stage for plot
-of fiction or movie.

Washed it all…
-But was shocked
-when saw her tiny leg
-stuck on my left arm.

Poor cockroach! ! !
-my victim! ! !

Tuesday, February 6, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: comedy
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