Effy the Elephant slacked in her bunk and said ‘I’m fucked off with your shirkin! I’m staying right here, I want breakfast in bed and with lunch I’d like burger with gherkin!”
I said “Eff off, do I look like your slave” and went about with my everyday bees-knees: the laundry, the dishes and sweeping the floors, then a break with a cuppa and biccies.
Effy the Elephant flounced down the stairs and huffed ‘So you’d leave me to starve then? And whats all this, why you sat on your arse? And I really do wish you’d stop laughing!”
But I couldn’t help myself, because her tutu was caught in the back of her knickers, revealing her flabby cheeks and waste high polka dot briefs. I know I’ve spoilt the rhyme in my writing and wondering if it’s enduced enjambment, or if I even understand the term ‘enjambment’.
I’m a bit too exhausted after sleeping and waking to continue with this daily taley A to Z antedote, but maybe now I’m eased up with my effin’ E I can get on and draft F,G,H,I,J for the rest of the weak ELSEWHERES… still not linkin’ up, you can get off your arse and check out my gravatar for my other blogs, but none of us has eternal time for exploring, so I don’t expect you will or should 😀
Oh! and I’ve got a writing 101 prompt to do here too… 20minute free-writing excercise to do (gawd-help-me-for-being-so-daft!) AND must post my stream of consciousness delirium, whatever that turns out to be. But I’m up to date with my A to Z and I’d be exhausted anyway, even without. Having cheated with an Eff for an easy lay-back page, I’ll maybe be back tomorrow with a Fuh! kind of antidote for A to Z-ing alpha beta daily taley style… or catching up later in the week, however it turns out…