Writer and Kung Fu Fighter
That’s right, for the next six weeks I’ll be writing a random limerick for Flash Fiction Friday.
Because I want to.
A golem is made out of clay
And not very good at ballet.
They’re sometimes quite sad
Because they smell bad
They cry out in utter dismay.
That’s right, for the next six weeks I’ll be writing a random limerick for Flash Fiction Friday.
Because I want to.
The vampires like to suck blood
As it spurts from you in a flood.
It makes their teeth red,
And fills us with dread,
Then you hit the ground with a thud.
That’s right, for the next six weeks I’ll be writing a random limerick for Flash Fiction Friday.
Because I want to.
There once lived a monster named Frank
Who loved to scare me with this prank;
He’d take off his head
And fake he was dead
Then throw his left arm in a tank.
That’s right, for the next six weeks I’ll be writing a random limerick for Flash Fiction Friday.
Because I want to.
There once was a very fine ghost
Who haunted a house on the coast.
He’d scare you in style
With his half-decayed smile
Then use your meat sack as a host.
