Edmonds

"Chicken
Gas mask
Chicken chicken
Gas mask"
The sad sound of Edmonds
Sorting through the things
She left behind.
Oh, woe is he!
She pulled up her comfy breasts
And staggered off into the twilight
In a huff.
And all because of his putrid charm
That he left
Dangling like melted cheese
Tongue-like
Where all her friends could see.
A lion with melted cheese for a face
No surprise
She felt sick
From all that Kraftwerk
Pushed against her glorious mask
During love-making
Or ironing his sprouts
Or passing wind together whilst reading the Argos catalogue in bed.
No more cosy flatulence. Cheese ruined
That.