Mates

‘I’ve got an iron deficiency,’ revealed George.

‘My wife has that,’ said Mack.
‘Never manages to get my shirt creases out!’

The mates laughed their heads off as George ever-so-slowly died from anaemia.

© Carl Burkitt 2015

9 to 5

The Pope got home and slumped on the sofa.

‘How was work?’ asked Little Jimmy.

‘Ah, you know. The usual fire-fighting. Now, enough about me. Let’s pop those off, shall we?’ said the Pope, pointing at the boy’s trousers.

Little Jimmy giggled and did as he was told.

© Carl Burkitt 2015

Every dog

Every morning I wake up
I wonder if today will be my day.

Then I leave the house;
And I see you
And the love you receive
And the joy that you share

And I go back inside,
clean my balls and
wonder if tomorrow will be my day.

© Carl Burkitt 2015