The machete sliced through his coconut with ease.
Author: John Rhea
Zombhard run last news paper of apocalypse
He unfurled the white flag as he fell
This Terminator ate ice cream and watched Teletubbies.
He fell to his knees, offering his blade
“The zombie apocalypse happened.”
“Five more minutes, Mom.”
“You, little piggy, cried all the way home…”
The dragon looked nervous. “Exhibit A: burnt village.”
The further he strayed the closer it came.
His boss wanted more professionalism, like wearing pants.
She spent her entire budget on waffle makers.
He ate his feelings with despair for dessert.
I opened my eyes and you were gone.
The cubicle walls fell along with his career.
The stone rolled down again. “Good job, Sysiphus”
He pulled at the thread, unraveling his mind.
“He banished the cow?”
“Yeah, he’s lactose intolerant.”
Sappy the clown eyed his nemesis: the mime.
For love she plunged it into his heart.
“Pickles for President!”
“Campaigning for your Cat?”
“No.”
Steeling his courage, the villain took a bath.