Grrrrrr

Not a piece I am particularly proud of but it is what it is.  *Presses publish*

I know, my last piece was rather dark.  So how about limericks to lighten the mood.  This week I will be mostly considering terrorists and fundamentalist sorts who thinks the only way is their way.  

Hmmm.  I should probably delete that.  All sounds just a bit angry.

An american chap who gets weird

if he sees a tanned bloke with a beard

thinks they all carry bombs

and oppress wives and moms

bought a gun, shot a few, as I’d feared

 

A  bomber killed folk in God’s name

people think all his kind are the same

blew himself all to bits

what a right bunch of shits

But we cant give all Muslims the blame

 

Hmmm.  Not as light hearted as I had hoped for.

 

A godly man fancied this kid

you’d be shocked at the bad things he did

but the church saw no crime

said “Don’t do it next time”

and made sure that his sins were well hid

 

Think I might be in a bit of a mood and rather judgemental.  Oh well.  

A fellow quite grumpy, a Brit

sat typing some quite nasty shit

think hes in quite a mood

maybe he needs some food

and a nap and to swear less, that’s it

Not a piece I am particularly proud of but it is what it is.  *Presses publish*


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Love – FFFAW Challenge

You’d think we could be nice to each other wouldn’t you…

“Where are we going uncle?” Eleanor asked as she was swept slowly along with the crowd.

“To the memorial service” uncle answered not looking up.

“Why?” She asked holding up her sign just like the other excited children.

“Because you’re a good girl”

“Am I?” She asked.

“Yes you are” Uncle replied. “That’s why I bought you the backpack” he continued, his hand on her shoulder steering her through the crowd.  “That is a very pretty sign Eleanor, did you do it all by yourself?” he asked.

“Mummy helped me make it” she said quite proud.  She didn’t see Uncle very often since he moved away but he always bought her gifts when he visited.

He took her hand and lead her through the masses.  There were so many people, more than she had ever seen before.

“I can’t see” she said jumping up and down, her view blocked by a tall man carrying a candle.

Uncle reached down, his hand snaked into her back pack.  Leaning forward he whispered in her ear.

“Goodbye Eleanor.”


photo courtesy of Elaine Farrington Johnson

I feel rather tired of people being complete arse holes to other lately…

 

 

 

Colleen’s Poetry – Challenge: Mist & Shape

Small Japanese poem GO GO GO!

Thanks to Colleen It’s that time again.  Small Japanese poem GO GO GO!

First up a 3/5/3

Lost in mist

unfamiliar shapes

boat shipwrecked

Now the traditional haiku

Cold mist rolling in

Reality obscured

vague shapes in the dark

or

Twisted eerie shapes

cold Mist enveloped spectres

heart racing in chest

Tanka with different spelling and meaning because why not?

Dirty ex girlfriend

I missed your shape when you left

and the way you moved

But you spent all my money

I think hookers are cheaper

I did a few serious ones before that…you know I cant be serious for long.

 

Okay, my first Cinquain now.  Sorry.

Donald

Orange tosspot

Bumbling, hating, grabbing

spewing filthy oral garbage

Twat

 


 

 


The girl in the rain 

An open letter from the killer clown community

Photo courtesy of carloyuen@pixabay

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dear Earthlings

I am not best pleased.

It’s me, the Universe.  Call me what you will, Jesus, Allah, Buddah, The Great Nothing, Merlin, Aslan…I do not mind particularly.  My closest friends call me Darren.

Not been here for a while, so just popped in to check up on you and I will admit, you never cease to disappoint me.  You really cannot be nice to each other for five minutes can you.  I turn my back to enjoy a rather lovely supernova sun and when I come back you’re at one another like you always are.

I was going to list the wars you’re waging against each other but you know what, I really cannot be bothered.  Please, slaughter away – the sooner you’re all dead the better.  I plan to bring the dinosaurs back – they were far cooler than you lot.  Oh, I may keep the Japanese – they’re cool too and I think a world populated by dinosaurs and the Japanese would be freaking awesome.

I was going to suggest that it’s about time the Americans took a good hard look at themselves and stopped shooting each other for no good reason but, well, for one they won’t listen because they seem rather fond of such beastly things and secondly, the NRA have sorted me out with a sweet holiday home so I should probably hold my tongue.

Oh, and do not go blaming me for those storms you’re having.  Act of god my big fat celestial bottom.   If you insist on ejaculating inside one another willy nilly and living wherever you choose with no consideration for common sense and then building homes on coastal swamps and places known as ‘Tornado Alley’ what do you bloody well expect.  I didn’t send the storms and I didn’t give your kids cancer either (despite what a lot of the christians reckon) .  Bad things just happen okay.  It’s part of the circle of Life.  You should listen to Elton John more.

I noticed what you’ve done to the polar ice caps too.  Great job you dicks.  I always liked them, lovely and tranquil they are.  Do you not realise what a lovely planet you live on?  Perhaps not – given the quite awful manner in which you treat it. I noticed a turtle with a plastic straw lodged in its nose.  It’s not funny, stop laughing.  You’ve dumped so much plastic in the seas that it will certainly outlast you lot.  Good bloody riddance I reckon.

Oh, and special mention to the Americans.  Bravo on Donald.  As if being disliked by the majority of the planet wasn’t enough you choose that to be in charge.    It has actually made my list of top 3 of monumental humanity cock ups.  It is easily on par with the fact that the Greeks can’t seem to install decent plumbing – despite their creative genius, and the small matter of JarJar Binks.  George..Serious?

I’m going now, I hope you finish each other off some time soon because I can’t wait to see a Ninja riding a stegosaurus, it is going to be frigging fantastic.


Screw you Haiku

100 word Wednesday – The Chase

99 Word Challenge – Sound

 

Photo courtesy of  Werner22brigitte @ Pixabay

Fluid

A 6 sentence story.

“Now remember” said Jefferson as the ramp in the belly of the Calista retracted, “you are to follow protocol at all times – understood?”

“Copy that” Helliwell responded smiling, “you worry too much boss, prelim reports that this place is completely lifeless – something wiped out everything sometime in the last 5000 years.”

“There” said Helliwell pointing excitedly to a small shimmering pool in the dusty planet surface, “that’s got to be what command have sent us up here for  – water!”

Taking a small bottle from his belt Jefferson bent down to take a sample, and as he made contact with the substance he collapsed instantly, falling into Helliwell and causing him to crash to the surface.

Hours passed, and both men lay motionless in the ochre dust, twin suns passing overhead as dust devils danced across the desolation.

As darkness fell both men suddenly began to move and stood slowly, their eyes now completely black : “Fitssssss like a glove” Jefferson hissed as Helliwell turned to look at him pointing to the Calista and smiling, “It’ssssssss Time to go find a new planet to devour”

 


Charlie’s Journey – OWPC Challenge

A Donald inspired tale of madness

A Pinch of Happiness


 

https://unchartedblogdotorg.wordpress.com/2017/10/01/its-the-six-sentence-stories-cue-of-the-week-5/

Haiku Challenge – Silk and Skin

Haiku, tanka, what more could u want…

Another week another Ronovan writes Haiku challenge.  Haiku, Tanka, Haibun…they’re all options.


I do like these, they allow me to explore the good, the bad and the downright ugly when it comes to my ability to write minuscule Japanese style poems.

Lets start with the 3/5/3 Haiku and do something quite obvious.

 

Silk on skin

a sweet summer breeze

cooling wind

 

Now for a right old defiling

 

Silk against my skin

caressing me as I move

I love the wife’s pants

Okay maybe a Tanka now.  Thats the old Haiku with two more lines added on of 7 syllables each because …well why the hell not!

 

Her skin is like silk

Caressing her, pulse racing

winter frosted breath

Oh wait I’m still wearing gloves

Think she needs a new razor

 

It’s something I guess.  Happy Tuesday!


 

Mouse and Cat

Scratch – Daily prompt

Harold

Screw you Haiku

Daily Haiku’s are so last month.  I think it’s time to bring back a more meaty haiku ensemble a little less frequently.

Daily Haiku’s are so last month.  I think it’s time to bring back a more meaty haiku ensemble a little less frequently.  The deal was to take the rather serious haiku form and treat it with a little disrespect and hopefully a dash of humour. 


Secret Santa? No?

You make baby Jesus cry

Ebeneezer scrooge!

 

Doing shots, fun times

Chug chug, life of the party

threw up on the bed

 

Oh bugger my subconscious seems to be wandering to Christmas already.  No, no, no – that simply will not do!  

 

Got the kids a dog

cavorting, barks of delight

urine stained carpets

 

Taking out the trash

cabbage juice on my good shoes

bloody cheap bin bags

 

That’s more like it.  tales of the mundane.  Maybe 3 more.  That’s like a weeks worth of daily late night haiku right there.  

Need inspiration

Check Donald T’s twitter feed

juices flowing now

 

Donald: Players must stand

Women, non whites, poor, sick and

Muslim can kneel though

 

Oh Orange moron

with your juicy puckered lips

just ripe for prison

 

I know, enough is enough.

 


Your lunchtime limerick 30/9/17

Late night limericks 

My neighbour Ifraheem

3 months later…

So, seems there are a number of milestones I have almost hit with my blog after some experimentation this month.

So, seems there are a number of milestones I have almost hit with my blog after some experimentation this month.  I upped my outputs, introducing a couple of daily themed limericks and haiku and then looked to do at least one fiction piece and one challenge piece each day also and it has certainly kept me busy and given me the chance to write some different pieces.

I fiddled around with timings to see how and when they would get the best coverage and when I had a look today it seems I’ve doubled or tripled the views, likes, visitors and comments from month 1 to month 3.

I don’t think I like it though.

All seemed rather planned and thought out and it became something of a burden so I won’t be doing that anymore.  I think I shall simply return to writing whenever I can and publishing it in the evening.  Nice and simple, no compulsion to have to produce anything for any when.

I think I might write a little less too.  Not that I don’t enjoy it I do – very much – but I think I need a bit more balance.  This last month I have churned out a stack of stuff on all manner of things as I have really been enjoying the writing but it has got in the way of life and that just won’t do.

Looking back at some of the stuff I have written I think perhaps I might try focus a little more on a few of the pieces I’ve started but never finished and to try and be a bit more disciplined when it comes to finishing things before I head off on another tangent.  I am certain I have quite a  few ‘Part 1’ pieces on the blog somewhere that deserve a little attention.

On the plus side, I’m rather chuffed that I have done nearly 200 pieces and had more than 2000 visitors. who have liked my work plenty.  Feels great to be able to connect with people who follow my stuff regularly and next week I am guest blogger for someone that’s been following me from early doors which I am looking forward to immensely.

I had always said to myself that I would give it a couple of months to see whether I could write a bit and whether I liked blogging and I think on the whole I do, so I think I will keep doing it.

I still have too many limericks about Donald Trump inside to stop now, and thanks for all of your support!

Michael

 

 

 

 

 

 

Your lunchtime limerick 01/10/17

Another day another limerick.

This week the lunchtime limerick subject will be desire or something kind of inappropriate.

I seem to hate Trump, ghastly man

And I write of his deeds when i can

I should really relax

but he seems to hate blacks

and the poor and the sick and Islam

 


Want more stuff?  I have lots of stuff…

I set myself a challenge this week…

Fatties in space – The Poem. Not for kiddies

Glorious – Daily Prompt

 

Image courtesy of  me

After Dark Haiku – 30/9/2017

Lets see whether a daily haiku works shall we?

Each night, around midnight a haiku based on things close to my heart.

 

 

Vile orange Donald

Where would I be without you

Haiku-less for sure

I imagine this will be the pretty poor standard, so don’t get your hopes up.


Want to read something different?  These are all quite funny I think.

More tea vicar ? 

Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge No. 49 #Haiku #Tanka #Haibun: Soar & Wait

Screw you, one and all.

UP – a 6 sentence challenge

In space no one can hear u flush

Commander Jinn looked through the shuttle portal and watched the dark wave of night creep across the face of the earth. The exit from deep space really took its toll on his these days but no matter how many times he looked down on his home world it always took his breath away.

He pulled himself across the room with the handrail that ran along one wall and lowered himself onto what looked like the top of a small bar stool, removing his suit bottoms as he did so. A green light on a small panel in front of him flashed green indicating that a successful vacuum had been achieved.

He sighed deeply and watched the carousel of satellites spinning slowly around the earth as his com burst into life into life, “Commander, your presence is required on the bridge immediately”.

“On the way” he barked impatiently, “and get engineering working on the artificial gravity immediately, up and down still matter for some things up here”.

 


A Donald inspired tale of madness

Abandoned – Daily prompt

photo courtesy of skeeze@pixabay

 

 

https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/32812974/posts/1607802534

Your lunchtime limerick 30/9/17

Another day another limerick.

 

This week the lunchtime limerick subject will be desire or something kind of inappropriate.

 

Orange faced oaf of much note

looks to hide how he’s stolen your vote

picking fights, talking shite

big applause from the right

“Crooked Hilary lost” hear him gloat.

 


Want more stuff?  I have lots of stuff…

I set myself a challenge this week…

Fatties in space – The Poem. Not for kiddies

Glorious – Daily Prompt

 

Image courtesy of  me

100 word Wednesday – The Chase

Just a couple of old folk out for a drive.

“I swear they’re following us, they’ve found us” Flo screamed, taking a sharp turn tyres screeching. The small white car behind them did too.

“Take a left” Bert exclaimed, grabbing his pistol from the glove box and pulling the handbrake. Three sharp pops later the car careered into a lamp post, a white haired driver slumped over the wheel.

Bert got back into the car. “Drive!” he shouted.

“Perhaps Flo doesn’t want the coat she left at church” Mary asked herself as the bullet passed through her eye into her brain and opened up the back of her skull.

 


Haiku Challenge – Sweet and Scent

Blanketed in bliss

A Pinch of Happiness

 

 

After Dark Haiku – 29/9/2017

Lets see whether a daily haiku works shall we?

Each night, around midnight a haiku based on things close to my heart.

 

Scratching on window

Should not have gone to watch IT

I swear it’s a clown

 

I imagine this will be the pretty poor standard, so don’t get your hopes up.


Want to read something different?  These are all quite funny I think.

More tea vicar ? 

Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge No. 49 #Haiku #Tanka #Haibun: Soar & Wait

Screw you, one and all.

Your lunchtime limerick 29/9/17

Another day another limerick.

 

This week the lunchtime limerick subject will be desire or something kind of inappropriate.

 

A house wife from Bradford called Jess

Caught her hub one day wearing a dress

How it made her eyes pop

So he’s having the op

Now her Trevor’s becoming a Tess

 


Want more stuff?  I have lots of stuff…

I set myself a challenge this week…

Fatties in space – The Poem. Not for kiddies

Glorious – Daily Prompt

 

Image courtesy of  me

Driving made me super gay

And it could happen to you too!

Okay it didn’t, but the headline sprang to mid whilst I have been reading about how Saudi women may well be able too drive for the first time in 2018.

This is obviously a great thing for them and hopefully a small step in the battle for their emancipation because they really are treated quite woefully.  I was going to try something serious on the matter but if you have read my blog for any length of time you will know that it is unlikely for that to happen.

Instead I did a little reading on the buffoon clerics who have such an influence in the Kingdom and there really is some rather funny stuff they have said.  It would be funnier if it were not so scarily sad but it did make me chuckle nonetheless.

A couple of years back one chap insisted that driving would could lead to homosexuality.  I would suggest that a husband with a big itchy beard was more than likely to do a much better job than driving a little Nissan Micra to the shops to pick up a bit of shopping.

It could also lead to men and women having inappropriate relations at traffic lights, petrol stations and car washes apparently.  Just how horny must these people be to stop at a red light on the way home from work and before you know it you’re getting a hand-job from the woman in the Toyota Prius pulled up next to you?  All I want on the way home from work is a Kentucky Fried Chicken family bucket and some stretchy trousers.

It does perplex me how most of the things these Clerics suppose will happen if a woman drives a car tend to end up in Sex.  They feel a bit rapey to me you know.  I’d probably not want them looking after my kids so me and the missus could pop to the pub for a drink and a bite to eat.

Oh wait, there’s also a fellow who believes that giving them the right to drive will mean the beginning of a slippery slope to depravity until there are no more female Virgins left in the Kingdom.  I do wonder whether he knows what driving actually is.  Maybe he’s getting it confused with an Orgy?  Could happen I guess.

You’re going to love this one.

Apparently driving causes women to assume a certain position and it damages their ovaries and can make them barren.  I have no comment on that, not needed really is it.

There are so many more ludicrous assertions these savages have espoused, and the more I read the angrier I get and whilst I don’t intentionally like to offend people I would give anything to be able to offend them.  But alas all I can do is mock.  Makes you think that we really haven’t come that far as a species doesn’t it.

Anyway, think that’s enough of that, I need to pop to the shops for some bread and milk and who knows, I might end up in a transgender threesome if I’m lucky…


Kangaroo – OWPC Challenge

A Donald inspired tale of madness

Mouse and Cat

 

 

 

 

 

 

After Dark Haiku – 28/9/2017

Lets see whether a daily haiku works shall we?

Each night, around midnight a haiku based on things close to my heart.

 

Christmas wrap for sale

Screw you, I’m not buying it

It’s still september!

 

I imagine this will be the pretty poor standard, so don’t get your hopes up.


Want to read something different?  These are all quite funny I think.

More tea vicar ? 

Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge No. 49 #Haiku #Tanka #Haibun: Soar & Wait

Screw you, one and all.

Haiku Challenge – Sweet and Scent

Haiku, tanka, what more could u want…

Another week another Ronovan writes Haiku challenge.  Haiku, Tanka, Haibun…they’re all options.


I do like these, they allow me to explore the good, the bad and the downright ugly when it comes to my ability to write minuscule Japanese style poems.

Lets start with the 3/5/3 Haiku and do something quite obvious.

Oh Sweet blossom

a springtime bouquet

scent divine

Normally I like to defile the haiku and try and make them humorous because they can be such frightfully serious things.

 

Sweet scent alluring

filling me with a hunger

she smells like sausage

We all like sausage right?  Apart from vegetarians obviously.  And quite a lot of religious types.  Okay, I like sausage.

 

She smiles sickly sweet

Best friend, her scent alluring

then texts your husband

We all know the type right.  

 

Okay maybe a Tanka.  Thats the old Haiku with two more lines added on of 7 syllables each because, let’s be honest, 17 syllables is just not enough sometimes.

Bright summer bee buzz

sweet floral scent delicious

white clouds in blue skies

plaid picnic blankets outstretched

warm sunshine on soft pink skin

 

It’s something I guess.  Happy Thursday!


TJ’s Household Haiku – Earth and Whirlwind

After Dark Haiku – 25/9/2017

Screw You Haiku 11/9/17

 

Your lunchtime limerick 28/9/17

Another day another limerick.

 

This week the lunchtime limerick subject will be desire or something kind of inappropriate.

 

There once was a kid, quite forlorn

Found a stash of his fathers best porn

Now he’s happy and glad

but his father’s quite mad

Cos the pages are sticky and torn

 


Want more stuff?  I have lots of stuff…

I set myself a challenge this week…

Fatties in space – The Poem. Not for kiddies

Glorious – Daily Prompt

 

Image courtesy of  me

The great plan of the gods

Apparently, all terrible things happen for a reason.

A few weeks ago my family and I were invited to dinner at a rather fabulous Indian Restaurant in Leeds by one of the chaps who works for me to say thanks for the support I gave him whilst he was fighting thyroid cancer.

During the course of the meal, I think just after the quite delicious lamb main course had arrived,  his friend remarked that Allah most certainly had a plan for him and whilst he had given him the cancer in the first place he had also taken it away.

How very kind I thought, and it struck me that this Allah fellow sounds a whole lot like Jesus’ dad don’t you think.  He’s often attributed with giving children leukaemia and such to prove that all things happen for a reason and then turning up with jazz hands and a big old “Taadaa” when things are all cleared up to take the credit for a job well done and to check in on what lesson you’ve learned whilst watching your child suffer excruciating pain.

“He sounds like a bit of a dick” I said to my wife afterwards.  She suggested I be a little more respectful of other people’s beliefs, and because of how rude I can be she would be taking back the kidney she given me a few years ago to teach me a lesson.

I am happy though to say that my friend is now fit and well, regardless of who fixed him up.  I do hope the doctors send some sort of thank you card to a god of one description or another because it really was quite good of whoever stepped in to take this potentially life ending disease back.

Perhaps though him and the other gods would be so kind as to stop giving people awful diseases, because the doctors would have considerably less to do and they could maybe get a little more golf in.

Oh, and she never gave me a kidney – but you knew that right 😉

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Photo courtesy of Geralt at Pixabay.

After Dark Haiku – 27/9/2017

Lets see whether a daily haiku works shall we?

Each night, around midnight a haiku based on things close to my heart.

 

Golden autumn leaves

Disguised, they stick to my shoes

Bloody dog owners!

I imagine this will be the pretty poor standard, so don’t get your hopes up.


Want to read something different?  These are all quite funny I think.

More tea vicar ? 

Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge No. 49 #Haiku #Tanka #Haibun: Soar & Wait

Screw you, one and all.

Kangaroo – OWPC Challenge

I wonder if I could take one in a fight? Doubt it.

The challenge – write something using the work prompt: Kangaroo.  The prompt comes from Jennifer Nichole Wells fabulous site.  


Try as I might I have been completely incapable of coming up with an idea of interest on the matter of the Kangaroo.  For three months I have churned out all manner of things on a ludicrous breadth of subjects but the Kangaroo has me flummoxed.

I think perhaps I find them rather underwhelming, despite their large feet and ability to box grown men in the circus which should be more impressive than it actually is.  I look at them and I feel nothing inspiring despite the wonder I am sure some would say they are.

I know that probably makes me beastly, but I think it might just be the vacant look on their faces that I find so very dull, and I am sorry but it makes me want to punch them.   Right in the face.

Now as cruel as that might seem, given their ability in the ring I am pretty sure I would be able to claim self defence if I was found wrestling one to the ground in the street.

If I was going to dispose of any large amount of them, and obviously this is just hypothetically speaking – I think that a tornado would be my weapon of choice.  Let us assume that they went a little crazy and started stealing babies as animals in Australia are, I believe, quite prone to do.  Dingo’s stole Azaria Chamberlain if her mother is to believed so I don’t think it is too far a stretch of the imagination.

It’s not like I’m proposing a koala stole a chubby toddler, that would be ludicrous. Koala’s are far too weak for that.

Anyway, back to my kangaroo filled tornado.

The thought of a couple of thousand of them whisked into the air and spinning uncontrollably looking all perplexed and bewildered has me chuckling far more than it should.  Sorry.

Right, as I was saying – nothing to see here and fingers crossed next week’s prompt has me more inspired.

Sorry Jennifer.


More stuff to read perhaps?

Glorious – Daily Prompt

Motivational Monday

Get well soon limericks 

Photo courtesy of pixabay

Your lunchtime limerick 27/9/17

Another day another limerick.

 

This week the lunchtime limerick subject will be desire or something kind of inappropriate.

There once was a chap from Japan

loved a lady but also a man

got the best of both worlds

when he found this Thai girl

called Petunia, but used to be Stan

 


Want more stuff?  I have lots of stuff…

I set myself a challenge this week…

Fatties in space – The Poem. Not for kiddies

Glorious – Daily Prompt

 

Image courtesy of  me

Spirit and Joy – Colleen’s Weekly Haiku Challenge #52

My very serious attempt at a Haibun is in there somewhere!

Courtesy of Colleen Chesebo, another weekly Haiku Challenge.  It is the 52nd weekly anniversary, so I’m going to have a crack at the haiku, the Tanka and the Haibun.  Congrats Colleen!

 


Haiku

Moved by the spirit

Preacher shouts loudly in tongues

Joy makes us donate

 

Let’s build on that with a Tanka

Moved by the spirit

Preacher shouts loudly in tongues

thrashes on church floor

he having a seizure? No?

apparently that’s god’s joy

 

Haibun. I think this is how they go based on what I have read.  They can vary.

As I watched him lowered into the ground I remembered the things I no longer have and am for that I am grateful.  At peace, I remembered and was thankful for those who’s beliefs and behaviour has guided me and helped me find my own path.  As I say goodbye Late spring sun shines dappled through the trees and the distant laughter of children at play serves to remind me of what matters most.

Returned to the earth

A life so well lived and loved

memories abound

A breeze promises rain and as I walk away I am content knowing that there were few regrets and  the echoes of life will ring on until they are no more and replaced by those influenced by what has gone before but has been forgotten.

Light fades at days end

Sleep and pass into darkness

a job so well done

 

See, I can kind of do serious 🙂


Something different?

Harvest – 99 Word Challenge

Like at your own risk…

A Pinch of Happiness

 

Pic courtesy of Pixabay.

After Dark Haiku – 26/9/2017

Lets see whether a daily haiku works shall we?

Each night, around midnight a haiku based on things close to my heart.

Long and tiring day

Nice cup of tea before bed

up all night peeing

 

I imagine this will be the pretty poor standard, so don’t get your hopes up.


Want to read something different?  These are all quite funny I think.

More tea vicar ? 

Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge No. 49 #Haiku #Tanka #Haibun: Soar & Wait

Screw you, one and all.