Nearly 4 weeks since the pubs shut their doors, we are scratching around for work like the headless chickens we have become and yet, an enclave of calm is week in, week out provided for us by the wonderful Rochelle. Picture this week is provided by Roger Bultot and i’m imagining it to be New York, but i’m most likely wrong.
Anyway, it is what it is, and i’ll take it anyway I like, so
On My Marks…
Get Set…
GO!!!
The Marmalade Coloured Baked Megalomaniac sat in his Oil-Powered Wheelchair smoking a pipe of coal.
“One Day all of this will be yours” he croaked to his elderly son. His implausibly terminally surviving Dad was pleased; he was like the fucking Queen of England; but royally more vulgar.
NY suffered catastrophically as America crumbled due to sadistic decisions taken by a president hell bent on quashing personal astronomical debts.
Lockdown was cancelled well before time to open hotels and bars which became killing fields for the virus.
Honeycombed with the cancerous pox, his son heaved the chair towards the edge.
There we are 100 words, on the nose, and all about a “fanciful” leader, it could never happen, could it?
The Count Of North Clifton 
Powerful stuff – and I do like cliffhangers. Your first line reminded me of a Tweet I did, with the line: impeach? Ridiculous! imorange.
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Nice fruit imagery! He’s more like an orange though!! Great minds, fruit is a mine of inspiration
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When I realised this wasn’t a nursery rhyme, I went back and read again. And then I knew who the marmalade megalomaniac was
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You know he’s going to survive it and be re-elected though.
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And then Ivanka, a legacy. Read the Fuck it list by John Niven.
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I wish you could hear me laughing. Jared, PLEASE!
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Cheerful stuff! … (not!)
And … alas … some truth in every joke …
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didn’t plato say the government is what it is because the people are what they are? 🙂
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There was something almost satisfying about that wheelchair approaching the edge. And that ‘honeycombed with cancerous pox’ was a classic!
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Thanks, I’ll have a chance to read everyone’s today, was uncharacteristically busy with work yesterday
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Everyone has a snapping point. Great use of humour! Royalty indeed.
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Dear Shrawley,
Cheerful little story, there. Surely there’s an end to this.
Shalom and stay well,
Rochelle
PS Yes, it’s New York City.
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Does he do it? Does he push his father over the edge? What would his alibi be? Dad forgot the breaks?
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I hope he does push him over. There’s no one left, the world is lawless and the president has bled it dry. He must go
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Hahahaha! Not the response I thought I would get! Old miserable geezer he must be.
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Surely none of this could ever happen? Ahem 😉
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Let’s hope not ahem…
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Gosh, I sense this might be about a real person, I just wish I knew who!
Any chance he might land on a BoJo?
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I know it’s not right to wish ill on someone so I won’t. However, I shall I just say that I’m hoping karma starts paying attention and doing the necessary…
An excellent write!
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This was hilarious… may it come to an end.
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