Monkey

Monkey, monkey swinging from the vines (it was a very tall tree).
Monkey, monkey eating a banana (which he had stolen from his friend).
Monkey, monkey talking to a female monkey (he liked her).

Cows

"Did you hear about Barbra?"
"Nooo," she turned interested.
"They led her to the door" the other nodded
"Are you serious?" she asked.
"Didn't produce enough milk, she let herself go after the fourth husband. Its not surprising," the other moved, reaching down to grab a snack.
"Who will be next do you think?" she asked, worried, looking around at the other cows in the room.
"Neither of us, we have our heads screwed on. No male will ruin our milk."

Lemonade

Ugh, look at them. Sitting there. Tearing my very soul apart with every sip. I was told it was my destiny to become apart of the ade group but I didn't want to. I wanted to be free to roll and slide anywhere I wanted to, but I couldn't. It would bring dishonour to my family, to the very roots I came from. I was part of a long respected line of ade makers. To be cut, squeezed and drank. Every lemon is cut but to be squeezed...

distraught

She was distraught; they had ruined her day. How would she manage now? The ink flowed off the page; the words mixed together. The months it took her to complete this work, wasted. They laughed; it was fun for them to watch someone's hard work drain away. For they had never tried in their life's; they never had to. Everything was handed to them. That was it. They had to pay.

Free thinking writing...

The scrumptious gravel runs beautiful sadness as life drained away staining the road with colours of red. The once scrumptious gravel turned to turned to horrific tarmac. The cause of life unknown the cause of death known, completion of life terminated as life poured to the grown. Sadness plagued the bones of all life knew for it to had life, family, feelings though it caused no pain to begin but caused too much pain to end but that's how it works, life, death, to live, emotion causes life to be beautifully sad.

If you enjoy writing but find it difficult to get started then try free writing. All you do is sit with a pen and paper and write anything and everything that comes into your head even if it doesn't make sense. Leave your mind to wonder but not think, sometimes something great comes from it and you have the start of your writing.

End of the world...

My bouncing baby boy, cradled in my arms. For I knew we only had moments.