Rodding Out Poem by Donal Mahoney
Rodding Out
a Bulgarian plumber's song
And so I'll tell old Max,
and maybe he will listen,
it's time to call
the plumber in
and tell him,
"Here's the deal:
We'll hire you today
and Friday you'll begin
rodding out Camille.
When you finish
bring her back,
and we'll see if she will yield.
And if she won't
you'll try again,
rodding out Camille."
Saturday, May 31, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: violence
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