The Ballad Of The Pineapple Fart
#household. Here is the tale of Bart Cootie. Whose arse was incredibly fruity. After eating a pear. He caught folk unaware. He'd laugh and say 'That was a beauty!'. One day a tomato went down.
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#household. Here is the tale of Bart Cootie. Whose arse was incredibly fruity. After eating a pear. He caught folk unaware. He'd laugh and say 'That was a beauty!'. One day a tomato went down.
One sunny morning, on show-and-tell day, The teacher, Mrs. Trolfoot, stood up straight to say: "Who'd like to go first?" and a small hand did sway, "I'd like to go first Mrs.
#household #banana I stare at the yellow thing in my hands and wince in disgust. I do not want to eat it. I cannot eat it. But I must.
#household #procrastination Rich hues of fiery red set the sky aglow Soft pinks and tangerine dreams alight upon my soul.
So...mwahaha...my little bunch of literature minions...YOU ARE MINE. MWAHA!. ..nah..here's the word...
Light a match, Under my soul, Beneath my heart, Surrender its hold, I am flying free, Free from old chains, Waltzing in sunshine, Crying in monsoon rain, I am a wash of emotion, Unlocked by loss, I...
I wish I didn’t crave it, quite so very much. I wish I didn’t need it in the morning as a crutch.
#household. Marvellous Marvin, human cannonball. Wasn't marvellous at all. Stand back when Marvin comes to play. Close shaves the order of the day. On his final performance inside the big top.
#household When you have a cold there is one rule to follow, It's a fashion that we've sported since the time of sleepy hollow It's a look that requires us to sit on our a#*se With a long white...
#household #Moustache Good grief, good grief, The Moustache Thief, Is causing a sensation, You'll see many a hairless lip, On your next trip, To the policing station.
I wander the streets alone, orange lights flickering out as the early hours of the morning close in. I pull my cardigan closer around my shoulders as a chilling breeze sweeps through.
#household He decided to go on a date To find himself a mate He got details from That match.
#household My husband has a phrase He uses it all the time When someone's about to kick the bucket He calls it roller blinds At first when he said it Many years ago I must admit I didn't get...
#household. In the beginning, there was fire. It only took a spark, a flame. To ignite our lovers' game. We were blinded by desire. Was it ordained from up above. That we should meet.
#household My blinds don't work. I wish I installed curtains. I can't see for shit now. My lights switch has deserted. I just cut my toe. On my coffe table. It hurts like hell man.
You act as if you're made of oil, Frictionless and thin. A sheet of plastic gliding past, An empty bag of skin.
Do you see. The way I am The way I feel when you're around Do you notice. Things so small Things so simple that make you my all Do you care.
#household Slowly dripping on the wall. Like autumn leaves upon the falls. The blades are dancing in perfect time. Along to Satan's lullaby. Body's pile, more and more. Mounding on a crimson floor.
Thank you to @MelchiorJ13 for picking me in the last challenge. Must have been a hard call, so many good entries. Apologies if this word has been used as I've missed a few over the summer.
The time has come to announce the results of the #household challenge. There were so many great entries and I found it really hard to narrow it down to just 3.
#Household #match @Melchiorj13. My heart was forged by fire. Trapping those inside. Hurting those around me. Killing those who survive. My heart was forged by fire. Lit by the darkest match.
Strike a light, We're going to burn tonight, You're the match, I'm the kerosene, Together we'll start a fire Like you've never seen, So strike a light, We're going to burn tonight. #household #match.
Pandemonium around me. In the flashing lights. Screams fill the air. While my loved one fights. Flames rip through the roof. Taking memories and life. Melted treasures and charred remains.
Her feet were bare and freezing, but she couldn't go home yet. Not with her hads empty, no, Father wouldn't like that. He'd beat her again, and she didn't want to be beaten.