NB. (A few of you know I am running a really informal little writing workshop tonight at the moment which meets up every two weeks. As a fun exercise tonight to finish off the night we wrote a kind of consequences poem where we took it in turns to write a line each and then as it went really well, we then did a second line. I won't say who did what, but thanks to Amanda, Reggie, Antonia, Mike and Sarah for making this so much fun.)

She was the kind of woman you didn't forget in a hurry.
Until that raining day, when she slipped in a puddle.
half drunk on two cheap cans of heineken special brew
Because that's all she could afford after...
she'd paid the dentist to take all of her teeth out
which meant the Heineken slipped down faster than it would have usually
But there was one thing which noone could ever forget
How beautiful she looked with her new gold teeth. But on this day she forget to put on…
Her bronze knuckle dusters
and when she ran into a group of zombies, she was unarmed
but underestimated, so when she whipped out the underwire from her bra, they were....
unprepared for the wet muddy gold-toothed mad woman garrotting them in one swift zombie-scream-curdling swipe