Let’s find out — Like the hoax of a cow and UFO Where was this rule ages ago? From the Medium goss Carrot-dangling dross? Now 30-second reads help the money flow 125 words to make us money Dripping off the tongue like sweet honey Could it possibly work? Me thinks with a smirk I’ll print cash while sittin’…

May Six Word Photo Story Challenge: “Water” —

Careful where you wander in this neighbourhood —

Don’t. Fall. Down. — Heart attack. Stroke. Food poisoning. Getting hit by the number 402 bus. All are possible in how each of us will eventually die. But those scenarios all come down to diet, exercise and a bit of old-fashioned luck — genetic or otherwise. Any of the above, and a bazillion other…

Call it a comeback or a limerick thread — Hi-de-ho! All my Medium peeps Seems I’m back after so many sleeps More than a boo Haven’t a clue There’s always my old stuff, like this one on Jeeps So how the hell has everyone been doing? Lots of viewing, while reading and spewing? Anyone left? Or the place f’ing effed? Hoping there’s some…

It’s nearly Thanksgiving so … knives out — Wanna know why I’m spewing venom and hate? Doctor’s orders. Doctor Funny — We’re HATEFUL not Grateful. Join Us. Stanks a lotmedium.com I tried to follow the DF “rules”. Even submitted this one to Doctor Funny though it really belongs in the Blow-Your-Stack pub. Sorry Jessie Waddell. So let me get on with the stanks, not thanks. Politics A few months ago, we…

In ten words and photos — With no rhyme, reason or theme… here we go. (okay, possibly a little rhyme) Barb Dalton, via Rodrigo S-C, helped kickstart today’s writing with her prompt: Ten Photos. Ten Words. Another fabulous writing challenge.barbdalton-21201.medium.com Thanks, Barb.

And a birthday limerick for Reece Beckett — We writers all feel the pull of some literary mission Then get side tracked by school, work or gutting a kitchen “What’s on the screen?” Or “that needs a clean” Writing’s hard work, says me, moaning and bitchin’ So here I sit, not writing for fame or money At least they’re…

Ain’t no watermelon sugar style here — In my past life, August was the dogged days of summer Now it’s as cold as February and quite the bummer Upside down Seasons around Sometimes I think limericking has made me dumber The 10th was National S’mores Day On the 6th and 9th, atomics bombed away Once called ‘Sextilis’ Now dead stillness For…