‘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
‘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
The house had four windows,
One door and a roof.
The decor was quite like Bauhaus
And the owner used the place as a
Sort of “prostitute stockroom”.
© Carl Burkitt 2015
The cat was gorgeous
and an absolute handful.
She loved being stroked
but if you so much as even
looked at another animal
she’d bite your bloody tits off.
© Carl Burkitt 2015
The block of flats was silent.
Josh farted.
64 lights flicked on and at least three texts were drafted.
© Carl Burkitt 2015
The man lost an ear.
He was fuming but secretly loved
the fact he finally had an
icebreaker for work functions.
© Carl Burkitt 2015
The wrestler did some wrestling.
It was the “fake” wrestling
but he really hurt his back.
He went home and his wife cried,
until his cheque came in and they
bought a brand new house.
© Carl Burkitt 2015
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
Piers Morgan interviewed his own reflection.
“Why are you such an arrogant prick?” he asked, as his subject smiled smugly and slowly undressed.
© Carl Burkitt 2015
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
Mary Berry disrobed and
stepped into the shower.
As she rinsed her hair
with strawberry jam
And scrubbed her bits
with sponge cake,
She giggled at how much
she loved her job.
© Carl Burkitt 2015