Brightly red, face hot. He wanted the number six. Giggled silently.
By Suzanne Allen 2 years ago in Poets
Police asking him about a break-in next door Me: "how many died?
By Jess S2 years ago in Poets
* A warm, fleshy tongue Pressed to a cold, frozen pole makes instant regret
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Chuck drones on. I’m bored. One tired eye blinks, as I yawn. A strange man winks back!
By Mary Haynes2 years ago in Poets
* Me pushing my luck I f@&* around to find out That's shock therapy
They wait in wonder while I insert the ticket into the credit card slot
Disclaimer: These are meant to be funny and not to offend anyone. He grabbed the rope swing Excited to go swimming The lake was frozen
By Connor Stermer2 years ago in Poets
My first ever shift Frozen Margarita slipping, landing on his lap.
By Vikki Head2 years ago in Poets
Your lips press to mine, But I cannot stop my burp! There's no second date.
By Helen Seder2 years ago in Poets
VOCAL: Snafu Senryu He’s waving at me. He’s so handsome, I wave back. She runs to hug him.
By Lynn Henschel2 years ago in Poets
Sorry. Who are you? You're marrying my daughter. Ah. And her name is?
By Donald J. Bingle2 years ago in Poets
Joke's punchline falls flat, Eyes dart, seeking an ally— Crickets sing instead.
By Talia Meadows2 years ago in Poets
