Ed Benedict didn’t mind how often his house got egged. It was to be expected, he thought. Plus, over the years he’d gotten pretty good at cleaning yolk off brick. But sliced ham and smoked salmon being posted through his letterbox, toasted English muffins getting smashed through his windows and hollandaise sauce being punched into his kids’ faces were a lot harder to get over.

© 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.

Sandra looked up at the sky and saw a cloud that looked like her. It was fluffy, grey and full of dread.

© 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.

Sarah played herself at Scrabble. She couldn’t stop cheating and spent the whole night in tears.

© 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.

Tracey decided to teach her son all about saving money. It was going really well until he revealed, in his mere 9 years on Earth, he’d saved £3,450 under his racing car shaped bed. Tracey did the maths in her head and realised that was approximately £3,450 more than she’d ever saved in her life, so she reported him to the police accusing him of robbery – the cocky little bastard.

© 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.