He devoured her like so many delicious cream buns that had gone before…
Today I’d like to explore the frailty of our existence. through the medium of limerick.
Following a drunken discussion at the pub.
Malan eased the sleek silver craft to the ground, ion drives humming quietly and three silver legs sliding out slowly to cushion the ships gradual descent.
Originally posted on Life lessons:
My mother-in-law had finished her lecture (for the nth time), about how she had efficiently looked after my husband and his brother when they were just babies in their cloth…
Limericks are so playful and whimsical and done right, usually rather funny. My aim is to do quite the opposite. How did I do?
I should warn that should you read further you could find my post somewhat inappropriate, though that could also be down to you. I am not one to judge.
Just back from the pub and I have a little time to do some scribbling so will permit myself some whimsical haiku
“Good morning Zebra” said lion, drinking deep from the murkiness of the water hole, “you look particularly well today” Zebra looked across at lion warily, she knew his type all too well. “Steady on there […]
Secondly, and perhaps more obviously, I would again press as to why my husband is now on what is quite obviously a dangerous undertaking. He did not take either a proper coat or sturdy shoes,
I Just wanted to say a big thank you to everyone that has clicked, read, liked and followed me since I turned up on here just a couple of weeks ago.
When Yako spent his food-creds on the lottery he knew it was their last chance of escaping the bleak existence of Earth.
Now as it turns out, across the collective 11256 recognised civilisations registered at the Central Galactic Office for Sentience more than two thirds have something culturally equivalent to a nice cup of tea.
“Bloody hell Charlie! his father shouted, dragging himself upright. “Could you not just give me 5 more minutes like I asked?” His head pounded and Charlie could smell the cigarettes on his breath. “Why cant you just be patient?”
“Do I really have to go out again today?” Mina asked, already knowing the answer but hoping that today might be the day when she wouldn’t have to go out onto the streets.
There were lots of things that he couldn’t remember any more, no matter how hard he tried.
“All I really wanted to do was spend a bit more time down the pub and read a bit, but you should see my foxtrot, I’m not bad you know”
On Mondays I like to allow myself a little more freedom from the discipline of the more structured writing schedule that I have set for myself and simply do something stupid.
I did some research, worried that smelling like Satan’s anus might be a permanent fixture…
“I think that today I shall stay in the pool” said Hippo as the sun began to creep over the horizon, a fiery line drawn against the silhouette of the hills beyond.
“Imagine the world as a sheet of double ply toilet paper.” Ichabod continued, “This world is one sheet and the other sheet is one of countless others. I exist in-between those two sheets.”
“As scientific explanations go” Armitage snapped, “that is bloody awful!” His breathing quickened, his head started to pound and he started to feel sick again.
Today I walked past your old house and thought of you. With it’s red brick wall and it’s grey slate roof it looked just as it did all those years ago when we first met
That Christmas I asked for a typewriter, thinking that I had found my calling, and I bashed out a few teen angst inspired poems about solitude and rainy days …
“BRAINS!” demanded Chuck, teeth gnashing and arms flailing as he thrashed to extricate him from the tangle of barbed wire around his legs and waist.
They say one should write about what one knows, so I I think I shall perhaps write about being fat.