M’s writing prompts for March came with the following instructions:
“…set your timer for ten minutes and begin writing about one of the prompts listed below. Don’t worry about spelling, punctuation, neatness, or anything like that; just write!”
Let us see what whimsical nonsense I can whip up in ten minutes…
There are times when a prompt will pop up ad I simply think to myself “No Michael, you know how this is going to turn out so just stop right there.”
I don’t have a particularly filthy mind, but I do like to say what I think. I take a degree of pride in pushing boundaries, testing sensibilities and poking things that should not be poked. I do however do my best to do so with a degree of humour and a modicum of taste.
I shall therefore leave this one be and just move along quietly because I do still have a certain amount of self control.
Just to be clear in case you were wondering though, it was going to be a toss up between a poem about a chap with an extreme case of premature ejaculation or a woman who discovers the joys of female ejaculation for the first time.
Problem was, for the latter at least, I would have needed to do some research and the wife and kids use my laptop quite regularly so I really did not fancy having to explain the content of my browser to either.
It’s a pity really because lush, rush and gush all rhyme quite wonderfully and you know I would have loved the opportunity to explain that “With shock and surprise, it flew into his eyes, and he screamed “help I think I’ve gone blind!”
But I won’t, because I am better than that…
Afterwards 