‌The fountain

At the water fountain we waited Our friend had been mean to us He had joined the group we hated

So in assembly we gave him a bag of crisps so he must Have a drink before long. We had baited

Him well and when he tore to quench his thirst In playtime after art, before it could be sated, We smashed him till his bladder burst.

What a fountain.

November 13, 2014