Silly Bitch and Wash-yer-Face
Used to live a few houses down the road:
They had a strange relationship
And shouted at my cat.
Perhaps they were second-cousins
Once-removed from one another;
Or maybe not as far removed as that:
Silly Bitch talked like she had a mouth
Filled up with cotton wool, while
Wash-yer-Face didn’t ever talk, but grunted.
I made up many stories as a child;
Concerning Silly Bitch and Wash-yer-Face:
Imagination run completely wild
With thoughts of evil acts
Of committed in secret,
Maybe Silly Bitch and Wash-yer-Face
Just needed help:
And a bar of soap.
I hope you enjoyed this poem, based on some strange characters from my childhood. Don’t forget, there is still time to enter the EIF Poetry Challenge: deadline for entries is midnight CET tomorrow!