Crash and burn
She wants one of those
(‘coz her friends all got one.)
Taking her pick
(she thinks she’s choosing a hot one.)
Tag: Poem
Oh Jack, turn the lant-on.
A jack of all trades, he sat with a lantern
It was out, it was dark,
he’d no clue how to turn on
Read More Oh Jack, turn the lant-on.50 Shades of Ken
Some more writing for FAWM15. Draft musings that I thought I’d publish. 50 Shades of Ken He cuts a figure the shape of “O” All hulked and hunched up He’s feeling low. She will not touch him. He knows not why. Been reaching for her but she’s out tonight. Shrugs off the covers picks up […]
Read More 50 Shades of KenTerry, Jeff, Colin and Bob
Terry, Jeff, Colin and Bob went to sea in a rancid boat. They took some jerky and plenty of Bud, all wrapped in a t-shirt (covered in mud.) Colin looked over to Bob on his left, as they nodded then bellowed an ode to Terry ‘n’ Jeff. “O’ Terry and Jeff, Teff and Jerry, what wonderful friends you […]
Read More Terry, Jeff, Colin and BobBalsa Wood
Balsa wood doesn’t rot Does it not? Apparently not. How much have you got? How much of what? Balsa wood (that doesn’t rot).
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