Dances with elves – Room 101

The colour spilled from Nick’s usually ruddy cheeks as he pushed open the dorm room door.

Let’s do another month of M’s prompts shall we.  101 words allowed only.


The colour spilled from Nick’s usually ruddy cheeks as he pushed open the dorm room door.

“What the… ” he exclaimed marching in and shoving a small man in a cowboy outfit hard in the chest.  “Explain yourself”.

The man, probably in his seventies, wore a sly grin on his face and a large bulge in his jeans.  “We were just dancing sir” he said “We met at the mall and your colleagues suggested they could help me with my bulging Christmas sack.”

“Get out of here you sick bastard” Nick shouted shepherding him from the room, “leave my elves alone!”

 


 

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Donald Monday – on Tuesday.

A quick Tuesday shenannigan

I know I’ve written about this stuff before but it remains fun to challenge myself to search for the perfect limerickian expression to encapsulate certain subjects. I’ll miss them when it is all over I am sure.

Anyway, given that its time for the Alabamians to potentially elect a serial molester to the senate here’s something a little longer.  Limericks ahoy!

 

There’s this POTUS with wandering hands small

Seems he’s fondled women one and all

So watch out here he comes

Fondling grans, daughters, mums

‘cos he’ll grab yours fat, thin, short or tall

 

Young girls he gives to Roy his mate

Thinks at 14 they’re ready to date

He prefers them much younger

Such a vile paedo hunger

And soon could be in the Senate

 

Ron I bet Don would love Alabama

Cos he’d spend all day fondling your gramma’

And he bring round some teens

And you’d cream in your jeans

And then head off to church with your Mamma

 

But it’s fine, the GOP say its forgiven

By the saviour, apparently risen

And besides they’re just men

Least they’re not a damned Dem

It’s the Clinton’s who should be in prison…