ARTS? Y? Why do you want me to do arts?
LEAN To me, son, and I’ll tell you.
AMEN Dad, now I’ve listened to your wisdom, it
UNDID all my former thoughts on baseball.
Author: Mike Crowl
What I need
For whom the BELLE
tolls; sorry SHAKY
spelling – I need a PSALM
at my life STAGE.
Chauvinist
CLOSE to the swing doors leading to the
SERVEry, I’m favoured with frequent
AROMAS from the kitchen, and waitresses passing. ‘Hey
FILLY!’ a bumptious customer calls. And is ignored.
The hostess is a little anxious.
EBONY – I mean anybody – can sit on the
CONCH – sorry, couch. Conches are uncomfortable. Just
ATTIC – I mean a tick, and I’ll get the
STAFF – I mean stuff – we’re eating for dinner.
Unexpected
STILTS my head was tottering on;
CAPER my soul did, at an awkward
ANGLE, the night I saw the staid pastor,
CIGAR in mouth, smoking in a manner untoward.
Death by drowning
The
BELLE of the ball sadly has
DROWNed in a pool full of
ALGAE, with nary a sound. Let’s
HEIST (I mean hoist) her onto the ground.
Missing C
BILLY, that pleb, stands sole without a C today, while
ULCER, RACER, MINCE hoity-toity sit in C array.
RACER, ULCER, MINCE say C is here to stay, else
MINE, RA-ER, UL-ER, says Bill, will be all they say.
Whim
LOWLY member of the medical corps
SWORE loudly when an officer called him
CHAFF and ordered him to scarper for the
PAPER, that truly, he only wanted on a whim.
Here doesn’t come the bride
POUNDing out the miles/kilometres, I hit a
CLUMP in the road, bump both knees more than a bit and need a
WINCH to pick me up and place me in the ambulance. Now, instead of walking down the
AISLE I’ll be in a state of somnambulance.
Gossip
GLAZE over, mine eyes, while my heart grows
FLINT. That others should choose to
STOOP to such tongue-wrenching
ABUSE is no reason for me to join them.