If I could eat only one thing
For my whole life

I’d pick the thing you said
Before you walked out my door.

© Carl Burkitt 2015

642 Challenge: “If you could eat only one thing your whole life, what would it be?”

It was my first ever visit from the tooth fairy
And, like anyone encountering a surprise intruder would,
I punched her square in the mouth.

As blood filled her gob and her molars littered my carpet
I apologised profusely and tried to aid her to her feet.

The tooth fairy rejected my help,
Swiped the change from my piggy bank,
And called me a ‘massive shit’.

© Carl Burkitt 2015

642 Challenge: “It was my first visit from the tooth fairy and I…”

Saturdays are my favourite.
Sundays are dull and spent dreading Monday;
Mondays are laborious and spent longing for any other day.
Tuesdays I start early so that I can finish early so that I can pick Tash up from school and then Marv up from school and then take Tash to trampolining and then Marv to choir practice and then pick Tash up from trampolining and then Marv up from choir practice to then put them both to bed.
Wednesdays are filled with meetings about meetings about meetings
And on Thursday I review what was said in those meetings,
Then on Friday I work from home so I get the chance to clean the house and walk the dog and pay the bills and do the weekly shop, before driving to Mum’s to cook her tea and feed her tea then wash her dishes and change her sheets.
But Saturdays?
Saturdays are mine.
Saturdays are for me;
Me and my dungeon.

© Carl Burkitt 2015

642 Challenge: “What do you do on a Saturday?”

Pin the tail on the donkey began.
Mary smashed the spike into the ass’s arse
As Devon,
The donkey,
Bit down on his lip and
Concentrated solely on the money he was being paid.

© Carl Burkitt 2015

642 Challenge: “Write from the donkey’s perspective during a game of pin the tail on the donkey.“