Honey, I Shrunk the Kids

by Peter Volk

Now that we're up on the coffee table
Huffing and puffing and recovering our breaths
Take that length of ragged old dental floss
Tie it around my waist, yeah, that's right
Leg me up to the rim of the bowl
Now hold on tight while I abseil down
I'm going to fill up my shirt like a bag and chuck it over
Oi! Are you ready? It's coming over!
Alright, have you got it? Then pull me back up
Help me get down so I don't break both my legs
Wicked! Now if we can just work the lighter
We gonna get stoned tonight.

 

This poem is taken from Total Cardboard issue 6, and remains under copyright. For more information see www.totalcardboard.com