Nick at Nite (ROUND 3)
Let's workshop this poem about two brothers peeking in on their mother through an an old fist hole in the wall covered by a dusty piece of dried-macaroni art from when they were younger
Nick at Nite Fun Dip was to keep us at the TV (Mom staggering to her room despite an oniony man slurring “Let em see a little pussy”) but, peeking erect through Dad’s old fist hole hidden by macaroni art, we giggle-peed as she retched on a pistol to moans of “Try me, Bitch!”
