World Book Night

Walter, rather publicly, proclaimed he would read a book a night for the rest of his life. That afternoon the doctor said he only had one day left to live. He was quite relieved, actually.

© Carl Burkitt 2019

This poem is part of a challenge for National Poetry Writing Month 2019 – a poem a day celebrating an interesting US national day.

Jelly Bean Day

Jack swapped his cow for some jelly beans. He ate them, instead of planting them, and a giant jelly beanstalk burst out of his stomach and into the sky, killing him instantly.

© Carl Burkitt 2019

This poem is part of a challenge for National Poetry Writing Month 2019 – a poem a day celebrating an interesting US national day.

Bulldogs Are Beautiful Day

“To be fair, bulldogs are bloody beautiful.” While an incredibly honest answer, Bruce’s response did not endear himself to the jury as much as he’d hoped.

© Carl Burkitt 2019

This poem is part of a challenge for National Poetry Writing Month 2019 – a poem a day celebrating an interesting US national day.

Auctioneers Day

“ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY!” yelled Audrey, for the twelfth time that day. She really was an annoying auctioneer.

© Carl Burkitt 2019

This poem is part of a challenge for National Poetry Writing Month 2019 – a poem a day celebrating an interesting US national day.

Garlic Day

Gary ate 143 cloves of raw garlic. It was a pretty extreme measure, but he was just so desperate for some time alone.

© Carl Burkitt 2019

This poem is part of a challenge for National Poetry Writing Month 2019 – a poem a day celebrating an interesting US national day.

Amateur Day

Aaron never understood how people only had one sugar, or even no sugars, in their tea these days. He’d look down his nose at them and mutter “amateurs” as he enjoyed the classic two teaspoons of sugar, three teaspoons of brown sugar, four tablespoons of icing sugar and a pint of skittles in his breakfast tea.

© Carl Burkitt 2019

This poem is part of a challenge for National Poetry Writing Month 2019 – a poem a day celebrating an interesting US national day.

Blah Blah Blah Day

Blake loved saying “blah blah blah” over the top of other people when they talked. “Blah blah blah!” he’d say, wagging his hand like a little mouth. “BLAH BLAH BLAH!” Blake was a millionaire, ran a successful business, had loads of fast cars and a massive house. ‘Yeah, bet he wasn’t truly happy though.’ Nope, you couldn’t be more wrong. He had a lovely family, lots of genuinely kind and caring friends, low blood pressure and slept incredibly well. He just also happened to be a rude, horrible bastard and life just isn’t all that fair sometimes.

© Carl Burkitt 2019

This poem is part of a challenge for National Poetry Writing Month 2019 – a poem a day celebrating an interesting US national day.