Saturday, August 13, 2011
Fair Dinkum Haiku 047: Cylindrical.
Underground river.
Speeds through Cylindrical walls.
Darkness envelopes.
(c) 2011 Windsmoke.
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Friday, August 12, 2011
Body Parts: Heads.
There are Heads and Heads.
Round and Square.
Flat and Pointy.
Hairy and Bald.
Some carry brains.
Some have empty spaces.
Others are just for hats.
(c) 2011 Windsmoke.
Round and Square.
Flat and Pointy.
Hairy and Bald.
Some carry brains.
Some have empty spaces.
Others are just for hats.
(c) 2011 Windsmoke.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Fair Dinkum Haiku 046: Beams.
Beams in the window.
Tiny slivers to the sky.
Stairway to darkness.
(c) 2011 Windsmoke.
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Monday, August 08, 2011
Random Humour For Grown Ups.
Welcome to Random Humour For Grown Ups, Today I'm Featuring: A Salesperson, A Knock, Knock and Boots.
So wrap ya laughing gear around this lot and enjoy the ride.
Q: What's A Salesperson doing when they move their lips?.
A: Telling a porky!.
Knock, Knock.
Who's there?.
Bone.
Bone who?.
Bone upon a time!.
A lad stood on the burning deck.
His feet were covered in big blisters.
For he had no Boots of his own.
So he had to wear his sister's.
Until next time keep smiling it costs nothing.
(c) 2011 Windsmoke.
So wrap ya laughing gear around this lot and enjoy the ride.
Q: What's A Salesperson doing when they move their lips?.
A: Telling a porky!.
Knock, Knock.
Who's there?.
Bone.
Bone who?.
Bone upon a time!.
A lad stood on the burning deck.
His feet were covered in big blisters.
For he had no Boots of his own.
So he had to wear his sister's.
Until next time keep smiling it costs nothing.
(c) 2011 Windsmoke.
Saturday, August 06, 2011
Fair Dinkum Haiku 045: Tornado.
Surging cool water.
Glides beneath warmer water.
Spawning Tornado.
(c) 2011 Windsmoke.
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Glides beneath warmer water.
Spawning Tornado.
(c) 2011 Windsmoke.
*Join me every Wednesday and Saturday for Fair Dinkum Haiku, see ya then*.
Friday, August 05, 2011
Garry & Julia's Big Day Out Pt 2: Thunder Box.
Slowly driving through the crossroad of life in the deserted town of Contention, Julia spots a giant colourful road sign encouraging visitors to spend the night at the Contention Caravan Park which has all modern facilities and is 10 Kms down the newly re-surfaced road.
How about we stay overnight at the caravan park then continue on our way in the morning, says Julia.
Bonza idea we both need a meal and a hot shower, i know i do, replies Garry.
Branching off the main road and onto the caravan park's driveway, surmounting several zebra speed humps along the way, they finally arrive at the main reception area, pull into the carpark, decamp from their 4wd, enter the spacious reception area where they are greeted by the elderly owners Ollie and Olive.
What can we do for you young love birds on this fine day?, asks Ollie.
We'd like a cabin for the night with a hot shower and a home cooked meal if possible, first of all point me in the direction of your Thunder Box, asks Julia.
Ollie points his finger at the back door and says, go through the back door out into the overgrown backyard and you'll spot the Thunder Box at the end of the gravel path.
Julia walks through the back door, spots the gravel path leading up to a decrepit Thunder Box which looks like it came out of noah's ark standing smack bang in the middle of the overgrown backyard. Julia makes her way down there but in a matter of a few minutes she's back and says, i can't use that the flies are thick as thieves in there i couldn't even open the door.
Glancing at the wooden wall clock Ollie says, in about five minutes i'll be ringing the dinner bell and then all the flies will gather in the dining room then it should be safe for you to go, Garry and Julia look at each other with disgust and flee for their lives, jump into their 4wd and take off burning rubber out of the carpark back down the driveway at such a great rate of knots that they become airbourne over every zebra speed hump then turn on to the main road and speed off directly into the dazzling hazy sunset.
(c) 2011 Windsmoke.
How about we stay overnight at the caravan park then continue on our way in the morning, says Julia.
Bonza idea we both need a meal and a hot shower, i know i do, replies Garry.
Branching off the main road and onto the caravan park's driveway, surmounting several zebra speed humps along the way, they finally arrive at the main reception area, pull into the carpark, decamp from their 4wd, enter the spacious reception area where they are greeted by the elderly owners Ollie and Olive.
What can we do for you young love birds on this fine day?, asks Ollie.
We'd like a cabin for the night with a hot shower and a home cooked meal if possible, first of all point me in the direction of your Thunder Box, asks Julia.
Ollie points his finger at the back door and says, go through the back door out into the overgrown backyard and you'll spot the Thunder Box at the end of the gravel path.
Julia walks through the back door, spots the gravel path leading up to a decrepit Thunder Box which looks like it came out of noah's ark standing smack bang in the middle of the overgrown backyard. Julia makes her way down there but in a matter of a few minutes she's back and says, i can't use that the flies are thick as thieves in there i couldn't even open the door.
Glancing at the wooden wall clock Ollie says, in about five minutes i'll be ringing the dinner bell and then all the flies will gather in the dining room then it should be safe for you to go, Garry and Julia look at each other with disgust and flee for their lives, jump into their 4wd and take off burning rubber out of the carpark back down the driveway at such a great rate of knots that they become airbourne over every zebra speed hump then turn on to the main road and speed off directly into the dazzling hazy sunset.
(c) 2011 Windsmoke.
Wednesday, August 03, 2011
Fair Dinkum Haiku 044: Voices.
Deranged demon speaks.
In psycho nightmare Voices.
In my garbled skull.
(c) 2011 Windsmoke.
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In psycho nightmare Voices.
In my garbled skull.
(c) 2011 Windsmoke.
*Join me every Wednesday and Saturday for Fair Dinkum Haiku, see ya then*.
Monday, August 01, 2011
Random Humour For Grown Ups.
Welcome to Random Humour For Grown Ups, Today I'm Featuring: A Boxer, Scent And Ears.
So wrap ya laughing gear around this lot and enjoy the ride.
Burt Blonde says, Did ya know my younger brother Ben is a professional Boxer?.
No i didn't which division does he compete in, heavyweight?. asks Rusty Redhead.
No featherweight, he tickles his opponents into submission, replies Burt Blonde.
Q: What happened to the skunk who sat on a fan?.
A: He got cut off without a Scent!.
Q: How much does a pirate fork out to have his Ears pierced?.
A: A buckaneer!.
Until next time keep smiling it costs nothing.
(c) 2011 Windsmoke.
So wrap ya laughing gear around this lot and enjoy the ride.
Burt Blonde says, Did ya know my younger brother Ben is a professional Boxer?.
No i didn't which division does he compete in, heavyweight?. asks Rusty Redhead.
No featherweight, he tickles his opponents into submission, replies Burt Blonde.
Q: What happened to the skunk who sat on a fan?.
A: He got cut off without a Scent!.
Q: How much does a pirate fork out to have his Ears pierced?.
A: A buckaneer!.
Until next time keep smiling it costs nothing.
(c) 2011 Windsmoke.
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