when i die, may i be reborn as a rosewood tree
and be made into a fine set of drawers
that you’ll place inside your bedroom
a silent sentinel, i will safeguard your sleep
and i’ll keep your naughty secrets locked in me
sniffing your tiny pink panties with the unicorns
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2022
He’d made the mistake of saying to that generously endowed barmaid: “Why don’t you get your top off, luv?”
Naturally, she hadn’t gotten the joke. Nor should she have. It had been a condescending joke. A sarcastic jab designed to shame her into putting said top back on.
But in order to get those bounteous baps back into containment she’d have to detach her babies first. He could already imagine the cartoonish cork popping noises this would make. An ill-advised giggle escaped his lips.
“Does this offend you, bitch?”
He immediately wiped the smile off his face. “It’s just they’re…” He waved at her impressively proportioned assets. “…so in your face. As naked as a politician’s career ambitions, one could say.”
He thought this clever little quip would defuse the situation. It didn’t.
“Oh, could one?”
Her voice dripped so much sarcasm he could feel his manhood drowning in it.
“Well, I happen to be feeding my babies, motherfucker! Is that alright with you?!”
He looked away, face hot with embarrassment and indignation. How dare she shame him? He wasn’t the one with his tits out in public. And with a Walrus pup dangling from each one, no less! Look at them! Mouths clamped down like starving leeches after a downpour!
“Yeah, you better step off before I come over there and knock you off!” she practically grrred.
He made the mistake of shooting back a reproachful look. Now the mother Walrus was really mad.
“Oh, you want me to fuck you up? Is that what you want?!”
The other patrons picked up their glasses and shuffled to a safe distance.
His look changed to one of panic as she then flopped right on over. Even her babies glommed harder to each bulbous teat. Like hapless pufferfish trying not to get bucked off of four massive life buoys.
“Lady, I don’t want any trouble now!”
“Too bad, motherfucker! Trouble’s coming for you!”
He was waving his arms like two placating windmills now. “Wait! I have a proposal!”
And that’s how the Walrus got hired to be the Badger’s campaign manager, and how they won the next election. It sure beat being a barmaid on minimum wage.
by TONY SINGLE
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if i chose a superpower
i would pick to be errant dust
i’d pass through glass and hour
fling into eyes with every gust
any batman, any joker
would be out of their league
neither spade nor super soaker
will slow my grainy blitzkrieg
you can hide your useless gun
and unclench those comic fists
my stinging blasts you’ll not outrun
get my warning, get the gist
not a sick, bloodthirsty flower
nor nipples spewing toxic lust
if i chose a superpower
you’d tire of choking on my dust
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2022
in the starchy days of the victorian era
there was a bearded goat, the noble caballero
he had a heart of gold, was an opium wars hero
he was a strict vegan with a soft spot for madeira
the goat was head of the royal spy agency ‘chimera’
one day he was in a hurry because of an urgent case
and by chance swept off a table the queen’s favourite vase
moreover, he nudged a box of royal tissues from its place
unfortunately for him ill news always flies apace
and in a blink of an eye the goat lost the queen’s grace
next day another qualified as head of the secret vow
while the poor clumsy goat hitched a rope over a royal bough
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
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unbolt me 