.HalfAsleep.
Water boiled, poured
over Corn Flakes, milk floods cup.
Thats Breakfast ruined.
Friday, 30 January 2009
Wednesday, 28 January 2009
the underground
Packed in again,
like a fat kids lunchbox.
Groin pressed up against
the small of another mans back.
Creating a meat sandwich.
like a fat kids lunchbox.
Groin pressed up against
the small of another mans back.
Creating a meat sandwich.
some more haikus
.ThereIsAlwaysOne.
Silently they fall,
snowflakes glide down. one goes 'Weeeeee'.
There is always one.
.WaterTorture.
Drips erratically
like a broken shower head,
this rainstorm will pass.
.CorrFitty!.
Woman in glasses,
looking over top of specs.
Take me to bed now.
.SnooSnoo.
Amazon woman,
dominant, tall, sexy, strong.
Take me for Snoo Snoo.
.Hyperactive.
Haribo eaten,
can smell colours, time changes.
This is my Taris.
.Butterface.
Want to take you home,
Sexy body, Butterface.....?
Am i drunk enough?
Silently they fall,
snowflakes glide down. one goes 'Weeeeee'.
There is always one.
.WaterTorture.
Drips erratically
like a broken shower head,
this rainstorm will pass.
.CorrFitty!.
Woman in glasses,
looking over top of specs.
Take me to bed now.
.SnooSnoo.
Amazon woman,
dominant, tall, sexy, strong.
Take me for Snoo Snoo.
.Hyperactive.
Haribo eaten,
can smell colours, time changes.
This is my Taris.
.Butterface.
Want to take you home,
Sexy body, Butterface.....?
Am i drunk enough?
Tuesday, 27 January 2009
monk
I am a monk,
drunk.
I am a monk,
who doesnt have sex.
I am a monk,
who doesnt have sex.
Because,
Im too drunk, to get it up.
drunk.
I am a monk,
who doesnt have sex.
I am a monk,
who doesnt have sex.
Because,
Im too drunk, to get it up.
Monday, 26 January 2009
Shipping Forecast
Again in bed, alone.
The shipping forecast
guides many to sleep.
Yet I cannot,
the husky voiced woman
has given me a hard on.
The shipping forecast
guides many to sleep.
Yet I cannot,
the husky voiced woman
has given me a hard on.
weeing
Standing over the loo,
no time to unbutton boxers,
just pull them down.
Realease that jet stream,
big splash back caused by
rising pant elastic.
no time to unbutton boxers,
just pull them down.
Realease that jet stream,
big splash back caused by
rising pant elastic.
haikus again
.Alone.
Under my bed
I hide once again
like a child.
.Brow.
Eyebrows, sit up high,
waggle like feet on hot coals.
Big as post-it notes.
.MissedCall.
Phone lurks deep in pocket,
vibrates hard against my groin.
Let it ring too long.
.HundredFaces.
Roll of sticky tape,
makes many a disguises
wrapped over my face.
Under my bed
I hide once again
like a child.
.Brow.
Eyebrows, sit up high,
waggle like feet on hot coals.
Big as post-it notes.
.MissedCall.
Phone lurks deep in pocket,
vibrates hard against my groin.
Let it ring too long.
.HundredFaces.
Roll of sticky tape,
makes many a disguises
wrapped over my face.
Labels:
alone,
disguises,
eyebrows,
groin,
haiku,
phone,
post-it notes,
sticky tape
Friday, 23 January 2009
eeeeep
Pull up and park, engine turned off.
Smell of fish and chips fill the car,
Interior light on to view my feast,
greasy fingers from battered sausage.
At my window, a cock pressed against.
Driving off, single male drivers in cars,
never visit again. Damn dogging site.
Smell of fish and chips fill the car,
Interior light on to view my feast,
greasy fingers from battered sausage.
At my window, a cock pressed against.
Driving off, single male drivers in cars,
never visit again. Damn dogging site.
Thursday, 22 January 2009
drunken mistake
Greg knew what was coming,
he heard it a long way off.
Those clomping heels,
belonging to that fat chick
he nailed the other night.
he heard it a long way off.
Those clomping heels,
belonging to that fat chick
he nailed the other night.
Wednesday, 21 January 2009
haikus
.DiggingUpTheGarden.
Muddy lump in ground,
are you a Saxon spearhead?
Or just a small stone?
.OutsideShower.
Rain pours hard, downwards.
Attacks the ground with a splat,
like a huge cowpat.
Muddy lump in ground,
are you a Saxon spearhead?
Or just a small stone?
.OutsideShower.
Rain pours hard, downwards.
Attacks the ground with a splat,
like a huge cowpat.
Tuesday, 20 January 2009
my small enemy
My hidden mortal enemy,
clunks about, like a heavy doorkey.
Like a highly trained ninja
swinging on teatowels, near and far.
This annoying little toerag,
Eating away through the flour bag.
Nibbling away at crumbs,
added costs, working out the sums.
I can't face setting a trap,
put off by that spine breaking snap.
Damn you, a tiny mouse,
more at home than me, in my house.
clunks about, like a heavy doorkey.
Like a highly trained ninja
swinging on teatowels, near and far.
This annoying little toerag,
Eating away through the flour bag.
Nibbling away at crumbs,
added costs, working out the sums.
I can't face setting a trap,
put off by that spine breaking snap.
Damn you, a tiny mouse,
more at home than me, in my house.
Monday, 19 January 2009
Wednesday, 14 January 2009
more haikus
.SpringRain.
Drizzle splutters down,
like fine sieved icing sugar,
covers thoroughly.
.Awkward.
Hey, good looking. Mmmm
your ass is fine. Gah! Abort!
Friends younger sister!
.SimplePleasure.
Cold side of pillow.
Comforting to my warm skin,
like fresh underpants.
.ShowerFall.
Rainfall dampens all,
soft comforting rhythmic sound.
My soul meditates.
.Milf.
That older woman,
bends over her desk, reveals
why she is a milf.
.Snooker.
White rolls up on prey.
By suprise knocked in pocket,
potted that red ball.
Drizzle splutters down,
like fine sieved icing sugar,
covers thoroughly.
.Awkward.
Hey, good looking. Mmmm
your ass is fine. Gah! Abort!
Friends younger sister!
.SimplePleasure.
Cold side of pillow.
Comforting to my warm skin,
like fresh underpants.
.ShowerFall.
Rainfall dampens all,
soft comforting rhythmic sound.
My soul meditates.
.Milf.
That older woman,
bends over her desk, reveals
why she is a milf.
.Snooker.
White rolls up on prey.
By suprise knocked in pocket,
potted that red ball.
Sunday, 4 January 2009
Saturday, 3 January 2009
some more haikus
.WeatherReport.
Pretty weather girl.
Brightens up my day, unlike
this crappy weather.
.DressSense.
'What are you wearing?!?'
'Its just something I threw on.'
'What did you do? Miss?'
Pretty weather girl.
Brightens up my day, unlike
this crappy weather.
.DressSense.
'What are you wearing?!?'
'Its just something I threw on.'
'What did you do? Miss?'
Thursday, 1 January 2009
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