I wrote this first draft of a poem (and yes I am going to be brave enough to call it the start of a poem whilst visiting to my friend Becky today). I think it will need work but here is my first scribblings.
Jesus in the toilet
In my friend's toilet
just above her cistern
sits a picture of Jesus.
A rectangular picture of a man
in a mock wooden frame
who looks like the global iconic image
of Jesus.
This man is caucasion and bearded
with piercing blue eyes
that follows my descending underwear
and taunts my streaming bum.
He stares at me whilst I wee.
As I urinate into the bowl
I feelthe eyes burning into my back
and assessing my bits.
My friend says 'It's not Jesus.
It's just a man with a beard.'
And wonders why her visitors have
such a obsession with the painting
in the toilet
But if all of us think it is Jesus
staring down from above the cistern
Then might it be Jesus
and a man with a beard.
Dih
I hope I can make this better but if anyone is reading this blog I would love to know what to do to make it a poem. What to do to make it better?
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