Piss Might Fly
Merry went to Sonisphere
to see her favourite bands.
She spied a flying pint of beer
which sprayed her hair and hands.
It was no beer, this was clear,
but toxic waste and human,
a frothy bevvie, she did fear,
brewed by a desperate fan.
The crowd then parted like the waves,
and Merry gained some extra space.
She couldn’t damn that reckless man,
he’d really made the perfect land!
The stage was clear and in her sight;
now she needn’t push or fight.
Thanks to the fan who’d relieved his gear
(At least it wasn’t from his rear!)
© Anna Ghislena 2014.