To wash the pots
You make sure the water
Is scorching hot
Plenty of fairy
To cut through the gunge
Then into the deep
Do your marigolds plunge
But in a split second
You cry out in pain
A blood curdling scream
There’s a fucking hole in them again!
Your fingers are singed
You jump up and down
Wrestling with the rubber
Dragging it down
Over your arms
As fast as you can
Revealing the blisters
All over your hands
How on earth
Did these marigolds go
And foil me again
By acquiring a hole?
They’re bloody brand new
Only worn them once!
Yet somehow they’re torn
And my digits are toast
Why does this happen?
Is there no God?
Invent some fucking rubber
Immune to the prod
Of a mystery hole punch
That wins every time
Incinerating my poor fingers
As I try to remove grime!
Surely there’s an answer
An invention that isn’t shit?
Maybe I should purchase
A puncture repair kit 🤔