The cistern

My Father wanted me,
To empty the cistern,
There was shit in his cistern,
Big spawning lumps like brown cottage cheese.
So I took a small jug
And poured it from there
Into another receptactle,
Jug by jug by painful jug
But my father flew into a rage,
"For crying out bloody loud," he said
"Why did you pour it in there,
I did not want it in there"
This upset me so much
I ran out crying with the receptacle
And now I'm too proud and afraid
To give it him back
And he's too old and too delicate
To be told
He should never have asked me
To empty the cistern

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