The Sock Family

French Open’s in May.
Jack has his black socks
on the court in red clay.

The twins are running busy.
Mr. Snuggles is at teatime
on the patio with Christy,

and Junior . . . Lord heavens—
Where is Junior?
That boy always goes missing!


Aphrodisiac Anticlimactic

He claimed to be a master of sex;
sent her naughty pictures through text.
She fed him Thai shrimp.
His penis went limp.
Swollen tongue was its only effect.


This fortnight’s Literary Lion prompt is “limerick.” I couldn’t resist writing one. 😉

SoCS: Boned

Today’s our anniversary.
You remember, right?
A year ago today,
you boned me in the
backseat of your Buick,
left me to dry on the curb.
The price I pay, searching
for love on Craigslist.


This was written in response to Stream of Consciousness Saturday. This week’s prompt: “bone”

No Holds Barred Poetry Writing Challenge: Day 6

Love Haiku

Nothing says love like
catching haystack fleas after
fucking in a barn.


 Yes, I know this one is short, but that’s what haikus are—short and sweet. By the way, this post is also a part of LindaGHill’s JusJoJan and One-Liner Wednesday