Golfers Day

The golfers decided to have a bit of fun and play silly pranks on each other for 18 holes. You know, like swapping each other’s golf balls with eggs. Or replacing each other’s golf clubs with baguettes. Or threatening to kill each other’s young families if they didn’t miss the final putt. Haha, you know, the usual.

© 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.

Be Kind to Lawyers Day

Laura decided to be kind to lawyers for a day. She gave approximately 336 of them hugs and high-fives and compliments like ‘hello you handsome hero, you!’ She had so much fun doing it she did it again the next day and the next day and the next day and the next day and the subsequent 45 days until she was hit with dozens of restraining orders.

© 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.

Draw a Picture of a Bird Day

For years Babs wanted to draw a bird, but every time she got close to one, found a spot to sit, unsheathed her pencils and secured her easel, they’d fly away. She refused to take it personally, but it happened every single time. She refused to take it personally. Once or twice, though, she was convinced a blue tit swore at her as it left. She refused to take it personally. She refused to take it personally.

© 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.

Beaver Day

Bill bought a couple of beavers. He had a huge gardening job on his hands and was bang out of ideas.

© 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.

Vitamin C Day

Struggling with a cold, Victor dosed himself up on orange juice. He poured some in every hole. Mouth, nose, ears, bum, everywhere. It didn’t help, at all actually, if anything it made him feel a lot worse. But it did give his mum something to write about him in the family’s Christmas newsletter, at last.

© 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.

Chocolate Mousse Day

Charlie took a relaxing bubble bath in a tub of chocolate mousse. He ran his fingers through the smooth, milky delight. He rubbed the peaceful pudding over both his bum and face cheeks, before sheepishly texting his evening’s date to cancel.

© 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.