Aids rampant ran wild
he insists he’s been faithful
dead now so guess not

Watch out for that poor bathroom hygiene!
Aids rampant ran wild
he insists he’s been faithful
dead now so guess not

Oh you poor thing
Heard you’re under the weather and wheezy
and your bottom is really quite breezy
and you’re head’s thick and snotty
and your breath’s pretty grotty
lots of fluids and rest, take it easy
So terribly sorry
She, most unimpressed
a miscommunication
he pleads innocence

Dirty bastard
his inner caveman
the habitual scratcher
loves his own odour

Close those curtains…
Neath the paint and the smiles, sadness deep
When the lights they go out they do creep
At the window stare in
with maniacal grin
cut you up in your bed as you sleep
Right? Hello? Hellooooo???
thinks she’s losing weight
comes home early, discovers
why her pants don’t fit

How about another perhaps…
Tell the children it’s fine, not to fear
that you’ve checked and there’s just nothing here
but when you turn your back
they emerge from the black
and from under the bed they appear
Might as well as commit fully to a dirty Saturday.
That’ll never fit
Measurements seem to confirm
yet seems insistent

Eventually I decided to use Nantucket and just as god intended it to be used though I took a slightly less easy route and avoided the obvious. Kinda. Sort of.
Nympho cum craving lass from Nantucket
had a craving to ride, stroke or pluck it
and by Friday she ached
how she quivered and shaked
but by Sunday she’d filled half a bucket
another perhaps…
In the night you hear scratching and grating
there’s a knock at the door you lie waiting
As you lie ‘neath the sheets
there’s a tug at your feet
you look up and she’s there, dead eyes hating
another perhaps…
Every night around midnight with dread
dark things scuttle and dart ‘neath the bed
a young child with dead eyes
cackles whispers and sighs
and then screams. chills your soul as he’s dead
Wait until the coast is clear
Sour grumbling tum
Thought that the coast was clear
“hold the lift” she cried
As I recall he insisted he had spilled a drink in his lap…A friend of a friend. You know…Darren.
extreme hand holding
Journey of discovery
hot trouser splooshing

I know…
A fine fellow of good reputation
met a comely young lass at the station
dark intentions revealed
in the tunnel she squealed
“Choo choo baby” with wild exclaimation
Explosive indeed
past it’s sell by date
nature will not be denied
well it smelled okay

How’s it looking out there then?
Once this lass met this redneck called Ted
Who she caught with his father in bed
she was not one to judge
Let alone bear a grudge
So shacked up with his mother instead
Welcome to old age
ravages of time
Cantankerous curmudgeon
blood isn’t that thick

It is exactly what it seems
he didn’t mean to
and protests his innocence
a costly divorce

Shock, horror…
English teacher with nasty affliction
Burns, not from fire but from friction
She stayed late after class
head teacher made a pass
So she gave him a hand with his diction
Shock, horror…
Once a baker from North Carolina
ladies said his baguette, there’s none finer
his sweet buns were divine
his iced fingers sublime
and his footlong was quite the headliner
Think the drawing came first rather than the haiku.
nail biter gagging
a lesson in hand washing
won’t forget next time

nothing weird here. See. 🙂
An unfortunate chap from Rawlpindi
who found curry and rice made him windy
poppadoms made him toot
on his foul anal flute
nicknamed ‘Dasta’ quite rightly in hindi
I would say I am sorry but you would know I was lying. Not really sure what this is. It’s a thing I guess.
Evil incarnate
enjoys farting into prams
he walks among us

Meh…
Once a highlander, sporraned and kilted
at the alter was left sad and jilted
as his dear wife to be
liked them bigger you see
found him not at all large and quite wilted
Dirty bugger
Oh this fellow I know got this rash
from this chap he molested for cash cash
cos he wanted a treat
but to keep it discreet
and to not let his wife know, the trash