Very Bad Archive
Babysitting
Robert Hawkins
For my friend I delve.
Howdy babe,, how they hanging?
Bobby? I need you to watch the baby?
Needs are great least I ask you.
(Wait,, wait,, babe?)
I came over,, thought I was getting laid.
I got no idea what to do with snails.
Baby looks likes some kind of slug to me.
(ALERT,, ALERT,, THE SLUG IS EXCREATING)
One thing damn sure?
The slug damn sure smells like you.
Does it have teeth?
Does it bounce?
(Alert,,, Alert!! Damn slug is excreating,,, again.)
Babe what say we put it out on the back porch till you get back.
Then we can play Grease Gun.
Get laid and you blow then I blow.
By the way?
That snail,, slug?
Futher in the futher, lost in history.
I.. is the slug.
None my love else.
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stormy lee .09
Robert Hawkins has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Robert's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Robert's latest works: