Two lions, starving for some meat,
Have sneaked inside the door
Of cottage in secluded street
Wherein had gone, before,
Estelle and Bob, now both in bed –
But not, indeed, to sleep –
An assignation they had sped
Inside the house to keep.

And both were married, so one thinks
(To others, it would seem!);
They went at it like sex-starved minks
Till they ran out of steam;
Then were inclined to feel like lunch
More than a little bit,
And shortly, it would be my hunch,
They would, indeed, be it.

© Colonialist June 2011 (Letterdash/WordPress)

About colonialist

Active septic geranium who plays with words writing fantasy novels and professionally editing, with notes writing classical music, and with riding a mountain bike, horses and dinghies. Recently Indie Publishing has been added to this list.
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4 Responses to FLASH FICTION 100

  1. Usually I believe a cigarette suffices…being eaten is taking the whole business to new heights 😀


  2. adeeyoyo says:

    Teeheehee, hope the lions got indigestion…


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