I write mostly about sex and suicide, rarely with humour. That's how it is, but occasionally a funny one slips out.

Late one Saturday night, and on WritersDock (www.writersdock.co.uk), Rosie was moaning about having no inspiration. Weaver set her the challenge of writing a poem about 'fish and chips'. Silly, but I joined in and wrote my first 'funny' poem. Course, it still had an element of sex ...

Large cod and small fries

It were in the chip shop queue
Late on Saturday night
That I first clapped eyes on you
’N’ thought he’s a bit of alright

Large cod and small fries you bought
Without looking at me
How big a portion I thought
And could I bring you to your knees

Vinegar? I smiled at you
Oh yes, you said and grinned
Two quid I said, and I knew
Right then, right there, your heart I’d winned

Tomorrow. I'll choose a very sad one - or a very sexy one. Or one that combines both.

Meanwhile, to see other poems, visit my website: annerainbow.me.uk