I've just been surfing the archives at SC and came across what I think is ger first post there in July 2002.
Ding Dong
Great Bast, today she pulled out all the stops,
all faff and fussle to impress her friends;
the bedrooms were a whirl of cloths and mop,
much bathroom bleach sploshed all around the bends,
great waspiness of Hoover on the stairs.
She wore a gypsy scarf to dust and clean,
to brush the suite and tut at velcroed hairs.
I split, aloof,-upheaval's not my scene.
She's donned a dress, a closet lecher's dream,
the pristine kitchen's pregnant with fine food,
the startled rooms and furniture all gleam.
Ding Dong. Her guests arrive in festive mood.
Ah, that's my cue to squat with blissful hiss
and souse the Persian rug with pungent piss.
There's just so much in this - a relish for the richness of language, a keen but humane sense of human foibles - I do hope somehow a collection can be pulled together. I'm happy to help in whatever way I can.
Alan
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