Prompt: Write about the little things that come back to us
Good lord what was I thinking?
That yucky substance I had been drinking.
Oooh, that food is disgusting
I won’t ever be trusting
Any foods that have begun crusting.
Now, here I am on my knees in defeat,
Hanging my head over the toilet seat.
Lord, do I wish,
I hadn’t eaten that fish.
Oh, it’s far too late to cause a fuss,
My food has come back to us.
(Us as in me and the toilet seat, it’s a common occurrence. Lol)