It’s TANKA time!
Note to self. First 5 lines set the scene, next two express how I feel about said scene. I’ll give it a try. Not sure whether they will be serious or not yet…
How he hates himself
All night cavorting naked
Vodka fuelled hookers
This morning he has no pride
And he has crabs, poor fellow
Pride march, jubilant
See the hate on their faces
Those who disapprove
Get them an umbrella it’s
Raining men hallelujah!
How she hates his face
such pride, always being right
Her mum wasn’t wrong
She hid her joy when he died
And got herself a boob job
See him strut, such pride
Men hating as from the hot
Women, he chooses
Still alone night after night
4 inches is not average
Want to read more of my stuff?
https://afterwards.blog/2017/07/29/a-collection-of-miserable-limericks/
https://afterwards.blog/2017/07/14/probing-a-cautionary-tale/
https://afterwards.blog/2017/07/03/first-blog-post/
https://afterwards.blog/2017/07/14/we-unlikely-few/
https://butismileanyway.com/2017/08/08/colleens-weekly-poetry-challenge-45-haiku-hate-pride/
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