Kerry’s boy was a
Right little monkey!

He’d pick her nits,
Swing from his tail
And stare through her soul
With utter contempt.

© Carl Burkitt 2016

Can you remember when humans were 12 feet tall? When they
Helped put the rabbit through the hole of your little shoelaces,
Insisted you got covered in mud, paint or pudding,
Laughed at your made-up jokes about vegetables or poo,
Drank fizzy pop through pink bendy straws,
Huddled inside your bunk bed den,
Orbited the world in your cardboard rocket ship and
Opened up your eyes to the love we all possess.
Do you remember that time? I do. Just.

© Carl Burkitt 2016

You’re stood in front of me
And I want to kiss your neck.
Just that smooth, olivey bit
Between your hair and your jaw.
But I don’t think I should.
I mean I really want to,
I just don’t think I should.
I can’t read what you’re face is saying,
As you’re stood with your back to me,
But when I look over your shoulder
Your thick ring finger
And screensaver of your wife,
Not to mention my heterosexuality,
Tell me I shouldn’t kiss your neck.
No matter how smooth and olivey it is.

© Carl Burkitt 2016

The little boy
Picked his nose,
Scratched his bum
And stared at his toes.

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The wine was yum!
It was fun
It was scrum
It was lum dum bum!

But
He drank it alone
So
Swings and roundabouts

© Carl Burkitt 2016

Kev expressed an opinion online.
His computer screen opened up
Swallowed him whole
And pissed on his wife and kids.

© Carl Burkitt 2016

John was not a fan of summer.
He had no skin, you see,
So the sun cream
Played havoc with his innards.

© Carl Burkitt 2016