Monday 8 December 2014

Cutting down to size.















My mother fed me all good stuff, but still I am quite small.
Compounding my deficiency, I married someone tall.
But all went well, until one night,
She laughed and mocked my height.
T’was then I lost it, cut her head off, threw it down the hall.

Thanks you again Tess for another kinky prompt.

 At a friend's suggestion, I sent a copy of Cull to her friend at the Pentagon. I hope he complains loud and long! BTW, the cheapest way to send books from Australia to anyone in the US, (probably even cheaper within the US), is through the Book Depository in the UK. A$26, London to Virginia!

12 comments:

  1. lol, that was a fun rhyming poem..

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  2. Chuckles! wonderful humor on the limericks. And thanks for the tip. Nicely Stafford!

    Hank

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  3. Ha! A lovely romp of black humor. Good show!

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  4. .... and where it landed, nobody knows! XX

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  5. love the humour!!..that'll teach her!..x

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  6. Scary! Yet I had the same thought. Could never come up with such limericks though.

    Hi Stafford!

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    1. Actually with those eyes, she is being playful. I was just being an old grouch! X

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  7. We'll done...thanks for sharing

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  8. Oh my gosh- I'm laughing so hard as I rermember this song.....

    With her head tucked underneath her arm she walks the bloody Tower.
    With her head tucked underneath her arm at the midnight hour.
    Check this out:
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p_TUYUbolrQ

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  9. Well now did you eat all your peas and fruits as well? Great read!

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  10. Ha! Always look forward to your stuff, Ford...

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