To any of you who may have been foolhardy enough to have held your breath after the last piece I posted, I hope you rest in peace, and know that I can’t make the same fool of you twice.
After this most recent hiatus I thought I’d better present some high art to make up for it. Then I couldn’t be bothered writing any, and I’m too lazy to steal any, so this’ll have to do instead.
275. “Dum, dum, dum dum, dum, dum, dum dum….” (25 Apr. 18).
Splish, splash, I wasn’t taking a bath,
I was stood in it taking a shower,
When I saw a true hero of the hour,
If not for vanity shampoo in one hand,
I’d have given a round of applause,
For the superfly, superpy, spider,
That abseiled down next to the door,
As the gallous arachnid did it so well,
From the ceiling onto the dried bubbles,
That crowned the can of shave foam,
Then he took eight single steps to the left,
And a collective jump to the right,
Pulled all of his knees in tight,
Landed on the shelf that to him was the floor,
And Ninja’d off into a myth that’s impossible.