Ever been to Portugal? You should go – the weather is lovely, it has great food and the people are frightfully friendly.
Okay so I know I said they were done but I miss them terribly so thought I would give it another go.
The challenge was to write something in 61 words using the phrase “good and bad do exist” for the #MicroMonday Challenge
There is one about a panda which could have been special but mostly it is just a bit dirty. The rest are just crass.
So when is a haiku about a disease you picked up overseas not actually a haiku?
Proof that there the stupidity of some people knows absolutely no bounds.
As it turns out some people need to be told not to eat their lunch whilst sat on the toilet.
You know this will be inappropriate, I cannot help myself and I simply can’t deny the base creature that I am…
You’d think Donald would give you an endless source of things to write about right?
I am easily influenced, so here are some of the limericks you certainly don’t want your kids to read and to be honest – are rather crude.
A couple of limericks about adultery, one about a man with a small penis and one about middle aged spread.
I find it hard to do serious haiku, they intimidate me and make me feel rather insecure. So I write these instead…
Here’s the deal. 11 x 9 word tweets to compile a 99 word piece of flash fiction. Easy right?
Joseph was too young to remember what had happened himself, and those left behind never seemed to want to speak of it. All he needed to know was that it was over, they had won, and they needed to rebuild.
For the sake of common decency there are things I would love to write but don’t. Here’s a sneak preview as to why…
Just a few limericks to get them out of my head. Camping, drugs and a couple of perverts are on teh menu today.
…”Open” she cried, jaw clenched as she tumbled unsure of which was up and which down. Her heart raced, surely she hadn’t escapade the cold earth and the wolves only for it to end like this.
Listen to Discount Rap (per Michael’s request for something very sweary) by Kindra M. Austin #np on #SoundCloud https://soundcloud.com/kindra-marie-austin/discount-rap-per-michaels
A piece on being made up of one quarter Kentucky fried chicken and three quarters middle aged dad.
You know the drill. Small Japanese poems using the words Lake and Calm. Go!
If music were a woman then I think perhaps she would be my dirty secret rather than my soul mate.
You’d have thought I’d have given up on this idea by now wouldn’t you. But no. No I haven’t.
This week I will be covering gender fluidity, inappropriate love for South American animals, naked dancing and of course…Donald Trump.
Dirty haiku about Mick Hucknall
Just a thought or two