The prompt was...
In a long line of
breasts, bellies
wide wild eyes
and funny looking people.
Sneezing, crying and pee-ing
poetry was recited to
rumbles of the belly.
All the beautiful
funny looking people
listened.
Lost forty to win thirty
drank a beer with olives.
Burping drunkin' olives
forces smelly words
shared.
Um... Ah...
Take a wiff!
..And
A ninety pound little lady
asks...
What number plate are you on?
#3 -
Author notes
This is a picture of my surroundings last night while out on the city for Valentines day date with my girl. Hahaha... Somehow I seem to always find the humor.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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l.o.l.
love it, and yeah you always find the humor and i'd say that's a good thing in a world so lacking in it..
excellent piece my friend..
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