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No. 3087

That Full Moon Bastard! By CpSingleton © 2016

It’s the full moon’s fault!

It’s drawing boiling water to the surface of my mind and causing me to boil!

Frigatty fossil wipes!

That’s why I’m in a grump!

Well pickle my sweenies!

Now it all makes perfect sense!

That’s why the werewolf myth.

I feel a ton lighter at the realisation.

I can slip on mi pinklewickers and my jodhpurs and head out to boogie with the goblins and elven folk now.

Just see if I donut.

I figured it was just April, but it ain’t! 

Oh, no yes sirrreeee!

It’s the bloody moon.

Welllllll, away with you, ya chocka-locka-fish wife, with sturdy howdyadoes!

I shall ride the mighty harpy-parpy and find a grinning gringo. I shall pepper the green fields with wine dingalong, I will mosey with dew abandonment.

Just you see if I smote.

Night ya boggletweets!

Simper time calleth! 



About Chris42

I am a liar! A maker-uper of stories! If this was the 16 (c) I'd be burned as a witch. Fank goodness it is not, eh?! I have four children: two wonderful girls, a fantastic lad and Leeds United. I have no strict genre. I write children's poetry and stories, to edgy, stronger themes. Up until now I have stored them for my own and my family's viewing. Last year i thought bugger it and starred in several short films. One, Playground, which is on the BBC Film Network, used the monologue that I wrote for the audition. You should've seen the face of the receptionist, of the Manchester hotel, where the audition was being held, as I turned up dressed as the psychopath, Gordon. It got the desired effect! I then moved up to Cumbria and wrote and appeared in several live performances on stage. 2012. A local artist, Kayleigh Richardson, commissioned me to write a poem for her to paint a representation. I sent her, The Rise of the Robot Monkey Army. Kayleigh painted a fantastic piece that blew my mind! From that we are collaborating on the Jacob Bear series of stories. Oh and Two's Company is to published, along with seventeen other Sci Fi short stories as part of a collection. Not a bad start to the, so called, last year of the Earth. Now is the time to show the rest of you. I take my themes wherever i see them, whether in reality or dream-world. I hope you enjoy. If not tell me why. If so tell me why. Many thanks and be safe. So far I have published: Jacob Bear's first Christmas,https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007GK872A (UK) http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007GK872A (USA) Jacob Bear Goes to School https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007JD3OKY (UK) http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007JD3OKY (USA Jacob's First Words https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007VZWPSC (UK) & http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007VZWPSC (USA) Space Here https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007H96M90 (UK) &http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007H96M90#reader_B007H96M90 The Rise of the Sponge Cake Moon https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007WWZ16M (UK) & http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007WWZ16M (USA) © Madstoffa, 2012. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited.


6 thoughts on “No. 3087

  1. Well that make sense. I just thought you needed ….

    Posted by Tosha Michelle | April 23, 2016, 12:50 am
  2. Needed what? Don’t just stop in mid sentence young lady! Piffle!

    Posted by cpsingleton42 | April 23, 2016, 1:50 am
  3. It’s always reassuring to see that there are people deeper into insanity than yourself… 🙂

    Posted by Maureen Sudlow | April 23, 2016, 2:09 am
  4. This was a fun poem Cp! Reminds me of a stanza from Mewithoutyou’s song “The Fox, The Crow, & The Cookie” –

    “Looking down was the hungry Crow:
    When the time is right I’ll strike and condescend to the earth below and take whichever treat I like!
    The moment the Baker turned around to shoo the Fox off from his cart, the Crow swooped down and snatched a shortbread cookie and a German chocolate tart.
    Using most unfriendly words that the village children had not yet heard, the Baker shouted threats by Canzonet to curse the crafty bird:
    You rotten wooden mixing spoon!
    Why, you midnight winged raccoon!
    You’d better bring those pastries back, you no good, burnt-black-macaroon!!!”

    Posted by Cyan Ryan | April 23, 2016, 6:36 pm

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