100 WORD SKITTLE // Once Upon a Lent

God spake to me in a dream. “Arise, my son. Hasten thee to the kitchen!”

I arose. I did hasten me to the kitchen. At the fridge I did pray, “What now, Lord?”

“Bratwursts be Satan’s handiwork. Thou must cleanst thine abode of these sin sausages via fasting and supplication! And maybe a bin.”

But I ateth my filleth of them—did it matter anyway how evil be conquered? Still, I did fell to the floor in bloat and faint.

“Forgive me, Lord! Save me from your wrath! (And excess pounds…) I only did this in your Name after all!”

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
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the secret life of trees

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

She’s Overqualified

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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GUEST POST // Winter Haiku by The Fixer

dear mice: stop shitting
in my toaster and I will
put away my traps

by THE FIXER
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captain ‘sirocco’ dustpants

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