Poet Authority Poem Terminal

George clonked on his xylophone.

A spangly shirt adorned Frank's chest.

Samantha wasn't letting him near her feet again.
Not after squelching to the bathroom last time.

A murderer chased his victim.

Carl's big break finally came.
He achieved it with the help of a bus.
It wasn't exactly what he hoped for.

Simon put on a jumper.

Linda installed landing lights on her bed

Mary had a little lamb.

A sultan arrived.

Henry clonked through the house

The bespectacled little boy shuffled some stones with his stick.

Discussed the animals he saw in the clouds.
His date began rolling away.

James travelled 75 miles for the trendy new test.

"I'm incredibly hot" said Kenneth.

A sad man watched as rain trickled down the window.
He was getting wet too.
He sat on the wrong side of the glass.
This made the whole situation worse.

The rebellious boy approached a bin.

Boris hauled himself to a party.
Wore his police helmet and hi vis jacket (no mask, as per).
He spluttered through a cigar shaped whistle and insisted everyone go home.
Curled up in the corner and awaited the big arrival.
Cumslap revved up the driveway, threw his ABBA cassette at Boris and told him to spin up the stereo.
Invited Groovy and the lads over to celebrate the acquisition.

Aunt Miriam teased her rocking chair.
Motion sickness quickly set in.
She vomited over Chad.
Her niece's young lad.

Cornplug was winning the room over with his incessant Simpson's quotes.
It really was a brilliant time.

Rondom chewed on his wife's lips
As he fingered her.
He asked if he was doing it right.
The conversation was muffled.
Barely comprehensible.

John bought a boat.
He tried to flood the roads so he could use the damn thing.
Hooked up hosepipes to all of his taps and fed them into the street.
The water just drained away.
John looked defeated.
He wished he still had his car.

Someone tried to speak to me.
I closed my eyes.
Ignored them.
Pretended I hadn't seen them.
Kept my eyes clamped shut as they hollered at my face.
Hoped this encounter wouldn't crop up at a later date.

A man named David.
Met a woman named Gladys.
He noted her unusual name.
Began carving it into his arm.
Gladys got back on Tinder.

A man was enjoying his pie.
He ordered another pie.
He couldn't eat the second pie.

"No more thumbs-ups for a week" said the doctor.
Bruce massaged his thumbs and looked forlorn.

George was getting into the hardcore stuff (pornography).
Showed it to his wife.
She peered up from her book.
Suggested he could learn a thing or two.

Mary felt saucy.
She cuddled Peter.
"I'm sitting right here!" said Alan.
Mary's husband.