I dont know when it first started
I’m unsure when it began
But the legs I use are not my own
They belong to a much older man.
These can’t walk fast as I used to
I’m not sure when they last ran
They complain when I climb the stairs
And grumble going down again.
The stiff knees click
And the old ankles crack
I think aging is taking over
Cause now I feel it in my back!
Rain rain tumbling down
Down my neck and to the ground
Hope so much as not to drown
But it causes me to frown.
It turns trees and grass
To green from brown
And roads become wet
All over town
Wet is the queen’s hair
And her glittering crown
Lucky she has a raincoat
Over her evening gown
At the circus there is a clown
Whose makeup is primarily brown
It made him famous
He is one of renown
But it made children want to frown
I am the greatest Mayor of all time. I want to make this city great again. We will build a wall around the city to keep out criminals. I am the most popular mayor of all time. There’s no-one more popular. Look I could stand in the middle of the street and shoot someone, and people would still elect me, that’s how popular I am.
And so, the hubris went on. People actually believed the stuff that spewed from his mouth. Until, that is, his batteries started failing and one of his strings broke.
thanks to Sammi Scribbles for the inspiration.
If Donald Trump had a dog, would it be called a Trump-pet?
many thanks to Playbuzz and Boredpanda for the image.
The fiction I have written for this prompt is short. It may be taken as humorous, but what if it were not?
“He got away again didn’t he?”
Why to people say hi?
Because they can’t spell
hello, hallo,hullo, oh heck…hi
I have a new weight loss idea that is sure to work. Wanna hear it? Glad you asked.
Become a full time writer, photographer and artist. You can’t afford to eat so will surely lose weight. I have lost 12kg in 6 months.
See, it works!
See, even the roses are gay friendly
These are some of the Characters you see every day on the streets and malls in Sydney
Bob Marley, the man with the golden…, and really, I don’t know what to make of the silver lady.