I’d like to tell you a little tale
about a girl called Rita Hayward,
with her independent outlook
her parents thought her wayward,
but like many women in those days
she liked to think herself liberated,
certainly her breasts turned out to be as
when while on a date she co-operated
with the removal of her underclothes
giving me a quite expectant thrill,
imagine how my pulses quickened
when she said, “It’s okay I’m on the pill
Haven’t really had a go at this before but thought this fitted the prompt well, still don’t know what it was in aid of.
Filed under Photographic, Whimsical
Christopher Robin and his girlfriend Alice
took a trip to Buckingham Palace
after they had cheered the Queen
took a train to Aberdeen
to watch the Aurora Borealis.
Filed under Comic verse, Limerick, Whimsical
A strange young man called Crockett
wanted to go into space in a rocket
but his helmet and mask were too small
they just didn’t work at all
but it was a good try, so don’t knock it.
Filed under Comic verse, Humorous, Limerick, Whimsical
A spirited girl called Louise
with a friend went home through the trees
but on some stone steps she tripped,
she fell ass over tip,
a good excuse for her grazed knees.
A young girl from Norfolk called Jill
with her parents lived in a mill,
she would sneak into their bed
even though her mother was dead
while dad gave thanks for the pill.
Filed under Adult themes, As you read it, Comic verse, Humorous, Inspired by fable, Limerick, Rural life, Self compositions, Whimsical
Hanging his set of spare clothing on the gate, the invisible man leaned back. He braced himself as he let his soaking wet trousers and underclothes fall to the floor. Kicking them to one side he rested while he planned his next move.
Filed under As you read it, Flash fiction, Humorous, Self compositions, Whimsical
A chicken farmer’s daughter from Leeds
when told about the birds and the bees,
realised her hens necks were wrung
and if you angered a bee you got stung,
and thought well, this sex thing’s not for me.
“You may well hang your head, I suppose you’ve been sneaking around again, upstairs and downstairs. I wouldn’t put it past your sort to go poking around in my ladies chamber. Go on admit it, you have haven’t you?”
Filed under Inspired by fable, Self compositions, Stirring the memories, Whimsical
I will tell you a tale,
it’s not very long,
about Teddy the tinker
who loved to sing songs,
while riding in his cart
as his pony towed them along.
The pony’s name was Ticker
but he had just one thing wrong
with him, though you couldn’t tell
as he trotted in time to his gong.
It wasn’t his heart though his name may suggest
but his very long appendage
which reached to his chest.
Filed under Adult themes, As you read it, Comic verse, Self compositions, Whimsical
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