The alcohol flows
HR, busy January
careers ruined

Be careful this party season
The alcohol flows
HR, busy January
careers ruined

Bringing you puppies and sweeties in his big blacked out van
He sneaks into your house late at night
while you sleep creeps around, lights shine bright
his full sack he then spills
neath your tree, oh such thrills
Then he enters your chimney, delight.
Each to their own I guess.
Starts with a baby
all ends a little stabby
now we just buy gifts

well it has a 5/7/5 syllable thing going on…
Thinks he still has it
mostly she is wondering
if she dropped a stitch

One day to go!
Counting down the days
November still, she rages
a long month ahead

They do, they really do
How do I love thee
Doting, heart full of passion
reciprocated?

There’s no hurry according to my wife
Filled with yuletide joy
Sleighbells and snow balls delight
have patience perhaps

It’s not clever to have eight pints and a leftover turkey curry okay…
Excess indulgent
and without constraint consumes
loses all control

Hallelujah!
Realisation
emerges, charade no more
looks fab in gold shorts

I hear you ask…
Youth’s ardour now quenched
Alas love’s sweet song now soured
cupid you wanker

Yes, baby Jesus does indeed hate your guts
Moist…plump…succulent
Juices flowing, steaming hot
a waste of turkey

And on a Thursday too…
Childish and purile
should know better at his age
plus he followed through

I don’t really mean that can you tell?
Extra spicy please…
Flatulence just like fire
screams on the toilet

Now the kids have two mums! Bonus.
BFF and more
Husband no longer needed
so many plusses

Beware, beware as you fondle down there!
In the locker room
he learns and yearns, she declines
Not that kind of girl

Beware, beware as you fondle down there!
Alone he explores
lubricated penetrates
oops, where did it go

In your face haiku!
Complacent lovers
Just going through the motions
minds wander elsewhere

Here you go.
Romance rekindled
they think that they still have it
time’s taken it’s toll

Fancy one of these?
a slip of the tongue
as they slip between the sheets
flaccid and forlorn

I so need boundaries if only so I have something to cross
Seems that it is a bit of a free for all this week and I can use whatever words I want. How curious. the limitations are usually rather liberating in an odd sort of way and complete freedom just makes me want to be even more stupid than usual.
I decided to open the nearest book and use the first word on page 58 and the last on page 101. the book was Cosmic Traitor (Perry Rhodan 26) by Kurt Brand. The words are THOUGHTS and MILKY. They made me think of an Astronaut…
Once more to the stars
mind strays to places unknown
thoughts of escaping
the shackles of gravity
and his quite annoying wife
No, too early for that !
Plump stockings filled up
with Cristmas Innuendo
It’s still November

Have a good one people!
Much beer consumed
the bromance intensifies
and boundaries blur

But god no thanks ain’t doing that…
dating going well
she breaks the fart barrier
Arse like satan’s breath

A tale of fear and things that go bump bump bump in the night
Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday
This week the challenge was to use synonyms for AFRAID and GRAVE. I used SCARED and SERIOUS. Sorry Colleen…
Erectile issues
manhood diminished. Scared and
grave, consumes Blue pills
Now can’t sleep on his stomach
Wife hangs her towels on it
But god no thanks ain’t doing that…
imagination
unleashed rampant and savage
in his head at least
