A basic instinct.

A basic instinct.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

When the cops
arrived at the scene
of the crime,
her bedroom,
all that was left
was one pubic hair
plucked out of her
very existence
neatly displayed
in a curled position,
they concluded
she was abducted
by aliens,
if only they checked
the closet.


Until next time,
close all your windows,
lock your doors
The phantom plucker strikes.

The hysteria continued
when there was a
shortage of razors.

A cold case! But a clean cut!

© 2018 andrew mitchell


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They were in my bathtub. I found hair in the drain. Darn those aliens. lol

Nice andrew.

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

Thank you Tim, just some nonsense I had to get out! Lol :-)

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