October at last
sugar sweet and fancy dress
things under the bed
More things to tut at.
We all need something right?
Tag: silly; senryu; haiku; tanka; silly ; fun
A life lesson
Choose to take heed or do not, that is wholly up to you of course.
Weekend with his mates
facebook photos tell a tale
insists only friends
We all need snuggles
Imagine the awkwardness upon waking up…
One beer leads to two
After three he’s anyone’s
Snuggles with hobos
And now I lay me down to sleep
One more before bed
declares faithfulness
pinichioesque it grows
wooden shaft of shame
Screw you haiku
How do I love thee
Let me count the ways. Oh, none
Can I keep the cat?
How do I love thee
Let me count the ways. Oh, none
Can I keep the cat?
Screw you haiku
One too many it seems.
Red eyed morn regret
Hung over, finds her glasses
God that is his face
Screw you haiku
Been a few days without one. Let’s remedy that shall we.
Drinking in the sun
nodded off and then woke up
with third degree burns
Screw you haiku
Just a thought to end the day after a few lovely summers days here in the UK.
First rays of summer
pink flesh crisping in the sun
put your clothes on please
Old people’s hips
It comes for us all eventually…
Come away like the
legs of a well cooked chicked
welcome to old age
Another haiku perhaps
We don’t get a lot of sun here but when we do…heavens people go a little crazy.
In the mid twenties
lobster pink, shades of crimson
heaving piles of flesh
Haiku O’Clock?
Why the devil not eh…
He boasts, 6 inches
She scoffs, it ends in tears
he thought she meant girth
Cha-ching
a convenient arrangement…
A gold digger so very demanding
Clothes, Jewels, Cars all of the finest branding
his neck she’d sweetly kiss
as he tries to resist
in his trousers she’d then slip her hand in.
How frightfully crass
filthy stuff
Politician of high social station
took some tablets, sever constipation
halfway through a debate
such an explosive fate
shat his pants live in front of the nation
Its nearly bed time I think…
I had hoped for so much more, which I am sure you can relate to..
tears cascading
and heart aches, longing, hopeful
wifi signal lost
They’re asking for it
more toilet humour I’m afraid
Once a fellow who rather liked blogging
Was forever the toilet unclogging
He’d insist it’s a must
When the toilet’s unflushed
that his children are due for a flogging
A tale of woe, passion and weight loss
Doesn’t quite read brilliantly but you get the idea
A master baker used iced fingers
To seduce two sisters, both cute gingers
Should have known they’d find out
And they did, have no doubt
as he gave them both aids, and that lingers
All I ask is that they flush occasionally
Kids!.
Potty trained! Rejoice!
but lo, what brown boats float on
the never-flushed sea
Spring in the park
and repeat…
Birdsong at day break
Warm golden rays creep slowly
Tramps stretch, greet the day
Well thanks for that.
and repeat…
Aah, old mans bladder
All zipped up, hands washed and flushed
Come back, you aren’t done
Oh sweet Jesus kill me now!
bleurghhhh
Trip to India
Explodes from extremeties
Fool drinks the water
That’s gonna sting
He cheats then insists
The heart wants what the heart wants
Seems it wanted aids
He cheats then insists
The heart wants what the heart wants
Seems it wanted aids
Oh cake
you little temptress
Ill just have one slice
Then I’m back on my diet
Only crumbs remain
More Pork Based Punctuated Poetry
A true story. He still craves them to this day.
My good friend Jamil
to his horror discovered
scotch eggs, porktastic
Lowering the tone
Don’t go acting all surprised, I haven’t done one for a week!
The old man’s scrotum
like two pendulous apples
in an old gym sock
True story…
I am actually off to one soon as the kids are ready
Off to a food fair
Not going to have much though
Food coma awaits
