Axe Throwing
My daughter has been Axe Throwing with some friends from work.
Apparently it is the new thing.
It’s a bit like darts only more dangerous,
I’ve been hit with a dart in the hand,
Being hit with a hatchet would be a totally different thing.
People are encouraged to bury the hatchet in the target not in each other.
This is not ‘Vikings’.
It looks like fun. I’m thinking of going along.
But I keep thinking of real heads I’d like to bury the hatchet into.
Sleek
Smooth
Matte
Silent as a submarine
But when
It releases
Its payload –
Holy crap !!
After bickering over breakfast,
and stewing over it all day
she finally found what she wanted —
the clinching morsel.
Now she would serve him his just desserts.
What’s for dinner? he said.
Humble Pie, she answered
as she handed him the perfumed panties
she found in his drawers.
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* have you ever had the ‘pleasure’ of having to eat humble pie?
* photo from pexels.com
Back and forth the fly darts across the windscreen like black thoughts inside my head, floaters before my eyes, distracting my driving. It won’t get out. I’ll fix you, I say as I pull in the driveway, wind the windows up and pump in the fly spray, the little Nazi inside me quite pleased with itself.
It looked like it would stomp any minute
trumpeting in terror from being woken
after all these years.
What had we done?
What if it went berserk?
Trampled on our good intentions?
Pooped all over the room?
[Have you ever seen elephant poo?]
Or, worse, collapsed on one of us like a slab
Of cement?
John Malone 