Esra Sloblock - Compulsarily Moist

Whene'er I spy a fountain
Whilst walking on the street
My mind flows back to t'other day
When we were indiscreet
The cool, crisp jets were calling us
To escape from the heat
The timing of the upward squirts
A veritable treat
Forward then and at a pace
Cacophony of feet
Tara fell down and earned herself
A VERY soggy seat!

Esra Sloblock

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