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The Wang-wang-pede

If you go down to the beach today, you're in for a big surprise...

A wang-wang-pede rose from 'neath the seaAnd sclobbered towards the beachOn seven and twenty tenticlawsWith a retching craw-craw screechHe flared his squinty nostrilsThen snapped his clack-clack beakHis tenticlaws grabbed man and childAnd he slapped his g...

Masterful Tony Rode A Masterful Pony

What foul deeds will old Mrs Bunyons get up to this time?

Masterful Tony rode a masterful ponyThrough the streets of the small village fayreIt neighed and it brayedAnd clip-cloppity swayedWithout worry, nor hurry, nor care.Then old Mrs Bunyons, grabbed her sack of onionsAnd threw it on Tony's young backThe pony...

Snacking!

I'm back with more silliness!

Snackin' like it's going outta fashion, I've got a smile, it's flashing.  I'm happy as fuck, hear me play with my rubber duck!    I got hit by a truck!    Still snackin', just through a tube,  at this rate, I'll lose the moobs.  When I make a recovery, I'...

Little Scamp

Little scamp has fun.

Little scamp looks around Then she scurries around looking for her special person  Climbing up and swinging from the drapes  Jumping up and down when she sees her special person  Cheering when its cuddle time    Giggling  as she gallops around  Up and dow...

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Never Trust a Barkeep- Bag Lady, G-man And Brolly Dolly’s Friday Night Continues...

Is the Landlord of this filthy establishment all he seems?

Acting on impulse; farting to temporarily stun the Sargent, I pluck a cocktail umbrella from the raging woman’s dress. Impromptu dart blowing weapon fashioned with the pink straw. My jaw set as I look for my target.  I only came to pay homage to the fashi...

Yawn Song

You know what I mean

How could you?Send me a poem so crappyClaiming it to be sappy?I hope you are happy.I read it.You asked me to followYou spit, I swallow,But your poem has no flowNor a dipNot a single solitary beatAlthough some words are sweet,Not the part that goes "skeet...