Friday, 26 November 2010

#34: Paddy's Big Adventure

Paddy rolled a doobie big as a bottle of Yop
then set off in search of Truth,

his only companion a walking stick
with a compass set into the top.

Fifteen minutes later, he'd found it,
underneath the flowerpot by the back door.

It looked sad as a cowpat, or a grot
of toothpaste spat out at a campsite.

Paddy sighed and tugged on his massive spliff.
Some things, the world just isn't ready to hear.

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