Creativity’s an eight-legged life-sized terror, has me cornered – those menacing eyes and crushing mandibles paralyzingly frightful – about to be consumed, I throw her
Category: Humour
Blame It On the Moon
Lethargic, you say – it is the moon’s withdrawal that compels this wane – the current that runs between defying gravity, depleting – no sense
Oh Woe, Oh Why?
Why must I suffer acne still? What trick of fate, whose wily will? I am too far over the hill, refuse to take a teenage
Role Models
When Scarsdale failed, she resorted to corsets, and girdles – trussed up like a teabag – sucked in her bits, hair a touch too red,
Forgo the Mask
Discontentment – that restless inability to surrender to distraction – not easily masked Wired, I am, for intrigue – a dramatic actor displaying mystery, baiting
Kindergarten Pie
Take a classroom of five-year-olds – nimble-footed, names unintelligible – add a dozen runny noses and three boo-boos and one unfortunate ‘accident’. Introduce a teacher
