Hello, hello. Here are some more short poems for you and you alone.
55. ‘Take that!’ said the Pope, listening to Take That.
56. Nomadically, he brushed his teeth.
57. Dork alert, thought the Nerd.
58. Here come the Nerds, thought the Dork, to the tune of ‘Here Come the Girls’.
59. The Swot rubbed his hands with glee, looking for all the world like a Rotter.
60. Christopher cautiously climbed into his chrysalis, which clung to the rim of a chrysanthemum.
61. Having ingested the candle in his own inimitable way, Pedro sneezed, showering the front row with wax and wick.
62. Two dolphins were 69ing. When they blew air out of their blowholes, the force of it made them spin like a Catherine Wheel.
63. Dragging his doughy body around. Darren was disgustingly fat.
64. Duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, GOOSE! What the fuck are you doing here?
65. A monkey? Wearing a hat? Well I never? Well, I never.
66. A cheetah sits ‘twixt a rock and a hard place. It stayed there for the night. Then it moved on.
67. Not why, but when did the chicken cross the road? If he did at a peak time, on an off-peak ticket, then he must owe the council a fine. (note use of ‘peak’ which sounds like ‘beak’ which are on chickens)
See you soon. Hopefully something will happen soon that I can write a poem or something about.
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