29 Jul 2013
21 Jul 2013
This chap, here, has taken a bold stance and a way to cool off he's contrived.
He's waited for moonlight to clothe him in naught but its silvery light,
now he'll hop on his trusty old Harley and disappear into the night.
His skin will appear luminescent, so if people see him flashing by,
they'll suppose he's ghost or a ghoulie, not a streaker who's still a bit shy!
Written for Tess and Andrew Wyeth at The Mag 178
15 Jul 2013
but her clutch was stolen by a thief
who saw the eggs were really gold,
and grabbed as many as he could hold.
The laying process had been tough,
but golden nuggets were not enough -
the young lad wanted ingots, see...
How easy for stacking they would be!
He planned to smelt down all the eggs,
and dreamt of this when he went to bed.
But come the morning, when he looked,
he found it was his goose he'd cooked!
A flight of fancy written for Tess and Agustin Berrocal at The Mag 177