Flying frogs festively frolicking, feasted from fieverish fat female fish. Embarrassed, esoteric elephants, eyed each, every eclectic event. During darkness, dreary dogs drank down dirty ditches. Cunning cats cleverly catching crimson-coloured cocks, crunched casually, causing considerable commotion. Bombastic bumble bees buzzed brashly, brazenly burped between boarish banquits. Antelopes, arriving abruptly, ate arsenical artechokes and auto-anhilated.

---Jib

P.S: Guys, this is my attempt. You may also want to take another look at my poems 'Bananas Became Bats' and 'Catching Clever Chris' which I wrote in 2001.

SUE'S SINS

Slowly, subtly, stealthily
Sin's seducing Sue
Spreading, submerging.
Sisters save sinking Sue

Sin shocking - Swearing
Such sordid, scurrilous speech
Scorning softer sensibilities.
Suppressed strife? Stress solicited?
Sorry - Still Sin

Sin Subversive - Sighing
Suffocating, sorrowful,
Sad society, stunned senses.
Sex, sleep, shekel shortage?
Sympathy - Still Sin

Sin Supreme - Smoking
Secret sorties seeking satisfaction
Sucking Sulphurous Shag.
Sorry spectre? Self-sabotage?
Senseless - Still Sin

So Sisters Suffering Sue's Sins
Should she still succumb
Slap soundly/Stroke softly.
Say Stop, silly stupid Sue!

LOL.. Sue so sultry ..so sexy ..so sinful!

brilliant !

Thanks Ellena
From 1st Jan this sad sinner has resolved (yet again)to become a shiney saint.Christmas cheers.

sue stay sexy seductive sweet.

Perhaps I shouldn't read so much Dr Seuss to my children?
I guess it's kind of cheating to consider each line a separate sentence, and it could do with another little verse to finish it off...

Oh well, merry Christmas one and all, enjoy!

Stu stews stringy shoes.
Bob boils bottled booze.
Graham grills great gnus.
Oli offers orange ooze.

Fred fries french fries.
Paul provides pumpkin pies.
Tracey trims turkey thighs.
Sue serves strange surprise.

Bernie bites breaded bees.
Charlie chews chocolate cheese.
Polly pricks purple peas.
Julie's jelly's Japanese.

Sam sucks salty sweets.
Tom tries toadstool treats.
Martin munches minty meats.
Edward's eager, everyone eats.

What a glorious feast Happy Christmas..

Watching windows.

Christmas crackers, children's cartoons covering. Gargantuan goose, glistening gravy, greets greedy guests. Fine fulsome feast for friends. Decorations displayed decadently. Extravagant, expensive entertaining.

Standing, starving; sparkling snowflakes surround. Hungry, homeless.

Watching windows.

Tasting tender turkey, totally trashing teatime 'taters, Timothy taught Tamara the technique to tantalise the ten timorous tentmakers. Possibly putting poles perpendicularly, placing plastic pegs precisely, people play, paying pernicious poletax! Suddenly seeming so satisfied Susie sat sniffing; sexually suggesting something salacious, she sought some seemingly self satisfying solution.

When wondering what words would wildly wander, would whispering, wobbling William wake wishing Wilhelm was without wellingtons?

Excellent, Peter.
I think we have another skilled wordsmith among us.
All the very best, JohnK.

Possibly pretentious, Poets perform perfectly; perhaps playing people's passions, pin-pointing potential pitfalls. Passing pleasures precede pain partly passifying protestant preachers. Pardoning priests' pornographic participation previously portrayed: piously, parsimoniously, popishly purile pastime.

I am always amused by those Lonely Hearts ads placed by people who are obviously desperate for a bit of nookie, but which end coyly "For friendship ..... or maybe more?" This is a suggested advertisement for a balding, middle-aged single father of grown-up children, anxious to (find a) mate. I wrote it last year and called it:

[u]Don't Mention The 'F' Word[/u]

Feeling Forlorn?.....
Fat(ish), Feebly-Follicled,
Father Figure, (Fifty Five),
Formerly Fantastically Fecund
(Fathered Five - Family Finally Flown)
Fearfully Finding Future Frightening,
Finally Fancies Finding
Friendly, Feisty, Fit, Frisky,
Femme-Fatale (Forty Five/Fifty)
For Frequent Fun Filled Frolics.
Feeling Foolish?.....
Fancy Finding Fun?
Fancy Fabulous, Fantastic, Fornication?
Finish Fantasizing
Fax: Frederick 'Frisky Freddie' Farmer
From Far Flung Fordell, Fyfeshire
(Forth Firth's Finest)
Four-Five-Five-Four-Four-Four


I Know it doesn't meet all the rules of this exercise, but I hope that you Find it Funny?

MIKE





<Added>

What happened to the underlining?

Fabulously Funny!

The ending reminds me of a TV announcer years ago who used to read out the football results on Saturday afternoons. He said he had nightmares of having to read out:

‘Forfar - five. Fife – four.’

(is it Fife or Fyfe? Apologies for not knowing)

and I can never get the underlining to work either…
DAAAVIIID!!!

Dee

Many thanks, Mike, most amusing! No references to you I trust! - he's an imaginary forlorn, fifty-five year old I'm sure.

Dee, I think it is 'Fife' - it's the bananas that have the 'y' but then they've got an extra 'f' have they not?

Richard.