Hug a Plumber Day

Hugo hugged his plumber. He hugged him really tightly. He hugged him really tightly for quite some time. Hugo’s plumber would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the really tight, drawn out hug, but he flat out refused to take it as payment for replacing Hugo’s boiler.

© 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.

Pigs in a Blanket Day

Patricia got home to find six pigs wrapped up in a blanket on her bed. She made a truly hilarious joke about all of her ex boyfriends, before shoeing the swine out the door.

© 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.

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.