Hey there,
Since I haven't done some in a while I thought I'd do some more short poems and put them here (on my blog)
Enjoy.
33. ‘That’s crazy,’ said Xavier. ‘I know,’ replied Colin, swallowing the last of the goose down, ‘I know.’
34. The ‘Go Compare’ guy stumbles home; pissed as fuck; disgracing his family name. His family name is Shit.
35. A fox with springs for feet, sprints across the path, being chased by three ducks with beaks made of lasers! Ah, what a Christmas that was.
36. Dark, dark, dark. The night. When it’s dark.
37. The moth flew in through the open window. Flapping. Flopping. ‘Vile fucking creature!’ exclaimed Nigel, whose room it was. Flapping. Flopping.
38. He was, to put it simply, gargantuan.
39. Digging around, snuffling for truffles. Please stop, mum.
40. Todd bit Carly and gave her malaria.
41. No signal. No licence. His girlfriend, gone, no note. No money. Not a friend in the world. And all this on September 11th.
42. Shit squirted into his eye. That’ll stain, he thought, peevishly.
43. ‘Well, I’ve found the problem,’ stated Dr. Johnston, coolly, ‘His, er, yeah, his bones were made of nougat.’
44. Keith Chegwin’s tiny cock, flaps briskly in the wind. Cheggers himself has been long dead.
45. ‘Come on, love, just a quick flash of those tits,’ squealed Phillip. ‘I can still have you beheaded you know, dear,’ snapped the Queen.
That'll do, pig. That'll do.
Saturday, 11 September 2010
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