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Mrs Twee wanted a new Hyacinth for house,
Mr Twee wanted a lazy day at home,
But as with any female dominated mouse,
Mr Twee was made to come.
The Twee's arrived at the garden centre,
Someone's dog made a beline for her,
Mrs Twee's leg a peeing post,
But she was no happy host.
Mr Twee wanted to laugh but didn't dare,
As Mrs Twee irate, stood there,
Gee she was angry her new lyle stockings wet,
That naughty dog was not her pet.
Mrs Twee to save face headed for the plants,
Mr Twee almost wetting his pants,
Her face like thunder, admiring the Hyacinths,
Until a plant fell off a plinth....
The soil landed on Mrs Twees new shoes,
They were wet with dog pee too,
Now all muddy from obnoxious mix,
Mrs Twee was in a fix....
To the ladies toilets Mrs Twee went,
To get cleaned up her anger to vent,
The tap was broken it got stuck,
With some force it soaked her spreading the muck.
Now her new coat and posh hat was splattered,
Dog pee and soil, mud all scattered,
Her face like a soldier in the trenches,
Heaven help the centre serving wenches.
No member of staff nor manager could console her,
Not even a cup of tea in the cafe could sustain,
Her anger was now beyond redemption so clear,
The garden centre day out was embarassment and pain.
Mr Twee told her they should have stayed at home,
That made her worse as you might know,
Her husband for once was surely right,
Back home there is to be a fight.
Mrs Twee was given a complimentary Hyacinth for her pain,
But it would only serve as a reminder of the rain,
The rain of dog pee watered some more,
The messy mud all over her and the floor.
The embarassing day out at the garden centre she's had,
Her husband should have been more supportive,
But he told her so instead,
She would have been better off staying in bed! ~&~
Copyright:
Kazytc 2008
By
Kazytc
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