Revenge on the bath giver

If I didn't know better-
I'd say it was deliberate.

There I was
rushing to work.

I pull on my shoes
pull the laces.

so my shoes don't go zoom.

Instead of that
my fisted hand flew up
and up.

SMACK
in the face.

You bit my lace
made me punch myself
in the face.

I can see your teeth,

Nibble,nibble, nibble

you ate it didn't you?

Your mad at me
I picked you up

and gave your bum
a little bit of a bath.

You didn't growl
but I know your mad.

I wasn't doing it just to be bad.

when summer comes
your poo - wet bum
will smell like a feast
of fruits and plums.

To the Mother flies, who will lay their eggs.
And the lava will hatch, and eat your legs.

I'm trying my best to keep you clear
so that future, will never come near.

My angry friend, you ate my shoe
you didn't need too.

Now I'm going to have to buy something new.

New Fella...

My world opened up
I'm sorry to say.

But this day it came
the new one to stay.

Your still drying
I'm almost crying

 my Mother's dehumidifiers
are not drying.

Your keys still stick
your still very sick.

But new one is dry
and working well.

I'll keep that water away
so his keys work well.

You'll be a reserve if he's ever hurt.
And if your circuits are not fried inside.

Your metal frame
hides your pain.

If you are ever well you'll be here again.

But for now I can surf
on dry unspoilt words.

created by hand crafted words.

( Object/event response)

Water, Water keep it away

"oh no!"
the glass
it tipped
it went.

That's water covered your ABC's
with its cold wet slap.

2 weeks drying
your still not set.

Your keys they stick
and wont type my words.

My desk is empty
and full of hurt.

All your good for is to be buried in dirt.

Mouse got it too
but he's all better now.

Your stiff your cold
you wont type my words

I cant edit
cant search
cant do nothing with word.

I'm sorry that water tipped and got you.
trying to fix you is going too slow.

I'll finish what i haven't with hand formed words.

But really, really
i need your keys
to tap
and type

my words into sight.

( Object/ event response)

Twitchy-feet

Sleeping Rabbit
having dreams.

Your twitching feet
are tickling me.

with a twitch-twitch here.
and a twitch- twitch there.

You hide your ears behind your hair.

I guess to you TV's not fair ?

25/09/2014-26/12/2014

Will it break?
will it smash?

will the white- ice crack?

You've been left behind
like the demons in my mind,
and its so unkind.

the tree's iced bear,
the branches stripped,
the tree bark flairs
but winter's bite, has made it shake and quiver-shake.

Sun's shadows warm,
and slime does form.

it dribbles down your bright red form,
Your ice cap drips.

Your cold chain twists
and catches onto weak sunlight's grip.

the snows not missed
the birds have hissed.

Waiting for sweet sunlight kissed.

 ( object response)

Cheeky Girl...

you chewed-chewed-chewed
and played all day.

Now you're licking your lips
for something to say.

SWEET PIGGYS !!!!