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"Oh no, not another three weeks lock down!" moaned Mr Ketchup.
"Twenty more days in the dog house.
I have reached the ripe old age of seventy plus seven.
Oh Tabby, what ever shall I do now?" sighed, Mr Ketchup.
His friends  were really worried about him lately he had a very dry cough and his face looked red as a beetroot.
He certainly  looked  a bit under the weather. It meant that he now had to stay indoors to stay safe.
Nothing else for it Mr Ketchup  was used to being out, he loved to galavant all over the place. Shops were he liked to go.  His belly would rumble  loudly and off he went to the cafe. He couldn't be bothered to cook. Mr Ketchup didn't  like washing up. He often got scolded for leaving heaps of ***** dishes in the sink. As for trash  can it smelt like rotten eggs. Upstairs  in cupboards  were stacked all topsy turvy.  Everything came flying out all over the floor. Washing piled high. Complete and utter chaos. Poor Mr Ketchup he really got himself into some muddles.
Mr Ketchup  felt a bit peckish off he went to the cupboard.
he sighed old mother Hubbard went to the cupboard  and it was bare. He opened the fridge and a ghastly smell of soured milk filled his nostles. "Puke,"  he thought. until he lifted the bread bin, lay mouldy old bread.   "That's torn it now," he thought, "I haven't a thing to eat but porridge and I hate it."

Picking up the the phone he dailed his friend .
"Haggis, I am in a bit of a pickle. I need you to go shopping for me please."
"Okay." Ketchup  replied Haggis."
"My bread has gone mouldy and the milk is sour." coughed Ketchup."
So off he trotted to the kitchen to look for a
scrap of paper and a pen. But to his dismay he couldn't find anything to write with. He tried a drawer, it was jammed tight. He heaved so hard that the drawer came off its hingles.
Mr Ketchup went flying up in the air and landed right on the trash can.
Poor Mr Ketchup he looked like the cats dinner he smelt awful a bit like fish stew.
Oh fiddle sticks why does everything go wrong.
Cough cough he splutted all over his cat. The poor thing ran for its life.
Mr Ketchup slowly recovered from his fall he scrambled to another draw near by he wasn't in the mood for anymore mishaps. Mr Ketchup scribbled a long list of shopping  in bright red lipstick  but Oh dearie me it sounded like a lot of Gobbledygook.  Moments later Haggis appeared and looked puzzled.
"What ever has happened to you?"
"Nothing!" snapped Ketchup."
Mr Ketchup  couldn't help but notice the expression on his friend's face.
He went indoors slamming the door shut.
It was the worst day of his life and now he wasn't looking forward to more weeks of the lock down .off he went trotted up the stairs to the bathroom.
Oh dearie me the day hadn't ended it had only just begun.


Mr Ketchup  slowly dragged  himself  upstairs put the plug in the bath leaving it to fill up.
Something caught his attention. Mr Ketchup became distracted.  He started sorting out his clothes, but O dear they had peculiar holes in them.  He pulled out his favourite pair of tartan trousers.  "Oh crumbs what has happened to my trousers.
Eeek!"
Well as you can imagine it wasn't  a pretty  site.
The moths  made a right meal of Mr ketchup's trousers.
He wasn't amused. He was annoyed.  Mr Ketchup tided his clothes away .
hurried into the bathroom to find his bath had gone very cold..
Oh Mr Ketchup what are we going to do with you!
Mr ketchup has several friendships and is a funny and awkward character at times he often gets himself into muddles sometimes requires  the help from his friends.  Haggis Neaps his wife Sweetheart  Sweet potato face. also Ruby The Rude Raspberry. His cousin mr chips his uncle and Tornface tomato.
Jehzeel Jan 9
Do you believe in reincarnation?

You made mistake with your previous relationship.
Determined and promised to yourself that it would be a lesson learned
New relationship came
This time, you'll gonna do it right.
You'll go an extra mile to make up with your past lapses.

You succeeded!
You made the present one happy.
You pampered with everything you can do.
That was the best moment in your life
And so does to your precious one.

But fate did not go easy on you.
A small conflict turned into a major one.
One is holding on
but the other one is letting go.
Different decision but same emotion - pain.

Perhaps, each choice has its own selfish reason.
A resolution considered as subjective satisfaction,
you both knew it would be the best conclusion
to an almost perfect love story you worked hard.

Still, you ended up hurting that person.
Just like you did with the previous one.
Does history repeat itself?
Or you are bound to relive your past life's faux pas...

...unless you find the answer to your unending woe.
inspired by Goblin and Hotel Del Luna on reincarnation, last mission and forgiveness
Amber Feb 2019
My mind drawls blank
As the midnight crawls give me the shakes.
My body craves the in takes
Over lapping the mistakes
Needing a quick takes to help with the fixate.
Come on with all of the hate.
Right now pretty late to show up
For this court date
That land me in this hell of a frustrate.
Where is my drug to help me relate.
You don’t correlate this big faith
How the hell am I going to date
Bc of all of this speculate.
******* with all of the guns drawing blanks
It’s time to get straight.
Move the hell on with all of this guilty traits.
Mishaps
Ally Mar 2015
That night there was something different from his caress
So gentle, almost like a prayer
And just like every dream
Disappeared at the light of the dawn
Christina Dec 2014
Nobody ever tells you what you need to know
about life and growing up.

Nobody ever tells you that you'll become the person
you never wanted to become,
that you'll become destructive from the inside out,
or that you may witness events which will cause you
to become emotionally numb.

Nobody ever tells you anything valuable,
that you're breakable and irreplaceable.

First get yourself burned,
Then you'll learn because remember:


Nobody
Ever
Tells
You.
Kaitlyn Marie Mar 2014
why can I not speak my mind
and why can my mouth not process
the words that flow effortlessly
in the poetry I write

and tonight.
I want to ignite a change
in my current life
find a way
to show everyone
what I might
and maybe
oh maybe
they'll want to venture
into my mind.

but oooooooh
so risky
and oooooooh
so dangerous

only the curiosity will lead
and all of their other needs
will stray behind like a shedding cat

multiple layers they'll uncover
the ones that are beautiful
have beautiful pictures and videos
well then theres the ones with devil like people
who take control of whom ever they get their grimy hands over

my mind hides all my inner knowledge
It inhabits my thoughts so they cannot be shared
why
though
why?
I have a plethora of ideas
just hidden behind an untouched
curtain
because
I don't have an answer
you'd expect me to
but I don't.

to all of this madness-

is there something I can do?
@Copyright Kaitlyn Marie

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