Party Girl

I've started rescuing poems from the pavement.


This one was mostly crossed out so I've reconstructed it and I've also given it a title:

Party Girl

Hair Extensions
Make-Up
Eyelashes
Extra pair of shoes
tights
under wear
Red earrings
gold ring
pull ups stockings
suspender belt
clutch bag
passport
pj's
wipes
toothbrush
toothpaste
change of pants
outfit
shoes
jewellery
phone charger

Out of the Dog House

Today was my last day cleaning the Dog House, they have found a young slave girl to clean and look after the dogs and children...


... A whingey, bitchy post followed and was wiped out.

The bit I like best about my cleaning jobs are the walks back home. Recently I dawdled along behind two small boys and eavesdropped on their plans for world domination; they were dividing the city between them, the larger boy had just claimed the bus station so the smaller boy countered with a gesture that took in the block of flats we were walking past
These are all mine

His friend was scornful
Don't be stupid, if you owned all that you'd have to buy LOADS of sofas