Idle Hands

Raining again.
At my Aunts house,
Nothing much to do;
So one by one
My cousins and I
Sneaked off,
Wouldn't you?

We hadn’t been gone
For terribly long
When the door
Burst open wide.
She bore down on us
With a vinegar grin
In one mighty stride.

We were floating paper boats in the bidet,
Launching paper boats in the loo,
Sailing paper boats in the overflowing sink
And in the bathtub too.

Toothpaste paintings on the mirror,
Lipstick masterpiece on the tiles,
Shaving foam beards
In a mask of horror,
At her most peculiar smile.

Raining again.
At my Aunts house,
Plenty now to do,
All together
My cousins and I,
Scrubbing down the day
Of the swamp we’d made
And the pink graffiti too.

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