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The Corners Told Me To Fuck Off!

By Carol TownendPublished 3 months ago 1 min read
Moving Furniture
Photo by Michal B on Unsplash

Put it here?

Put it there?

No, not there, over here I swear!

This corner, or that corner?

"Fuck Off!"

You're having a laugh!

Five times over;

Uh-oh, here we go again!

Moving my furniture,

Is such a pain!

How about this corner?

What about that wall?

"Fuck off! Fuck off!"

They tell me again.

Dearest Corners,

Why be annoying moaners?

After all, you just hold it all together,

While we are the movers!

So, Here we go with corner number three;

Are you truly with me?

It can't be that hard for thee?

Five more hours later,

I'm feeling as mad as a hatter;

I try yet another corner,

Only to be told;

"Fuck off, you fucker!"

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About the Creator

Carol Townend

Fiction, Horror, Sex, Love, Mental Health, Children's fiction and more. You'll find many stories in my profile. I don't believe in sticking with one Niche! I write, but I also read a lot too.

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