#Bridge
Natasha Yentrouc @Threads
Jack Splat (#Bridge)
I slid down the bridge of her nose,
Hanging by the tip (as if a nose drip),
I didn’t last long, loosing my grip
I slipped on down to her upper lip,
It was rosy and plump (not a bad place to sit),
But I narrowly escaped as she licked her lips,
And decided I better head south (away from her mouth),
But her chin was wagging, and my strength flagging,
Off I fell like a crumb,
Down, down, down, till I hit the floor on my bum,
And then she promptly stepped on me flat,
And that’s how I got my name Jack Splat!

If you enjoy these very short stories, you can also check out one of my earliest books – MONTY’S VERY SHORT SHORTS which includes 366 illustrated pieces (one for each day in my life of 2020).

Be well,
Monty

Monty this is such a rollicking good read!! Bravo on the internal rhymes and vivid descriptions!!!
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Thanks! It was so much fun and I needed it!
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