Thursday, April 17, 2008

Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

I ain’t no good at poker
I ain’t no good at bridge
I’m just a hungry joker
So take me to your fridge

12 comments:

dot said...

A perfect description of ME! lol. Where's the kitchen?

jillie said...

Oh that is too funny. Although if I showed you to my fridge, you would surely starve! I need to go grocery shopping like yesterday!!!

Sometimes Saintly Nick said...

"I'm not afraid of anything," said Kruschev,
"And they know it!
I'm not afraid of anything
Except, perhaps, a poet."

~ E.Y. Harburg in “Rhymes for the Irreverent”

mrsnesbitt said...

IMAC would love this!

Maggie May said...

My fridge is packed with aubergine
Visit me, I won't be mean....
You can feast on ham and cheese,
You can munch on all of these!

the amoeba said...

So, if we were to ask your beauteous bride what you were like when you were courtin', would she say that you were a fridgerdater?

quilly said...

Pound of baloney, loaf of bread,
mayo and some cheese,
apple pie with ice cream
and whip cream if you please.
Chicken soup like grandma's,
Virgina Honey-Baked ham,
seven pimento stuffed olives,
and a half pound of candied yam.
That is a lovely snack, mom,
but I'm a growing tot,
I'm still in need of dinner,
Is that all you;ve got?

CrazyCath said...

That describes me PERFECTLY!!! lol

Charles Gramlich said...

That's my kind of poem. I'm waiting with knife and fork.

Charles Gramlich said...

There is a certain elegance to utter crudity.

Akelamalu said...

That's funny, I like it!

Lavinia Ladyslipper said...

After the fridge has been opened and its contents dispensed:

Over the teeth
Under the gums
Look out tummy
Here it comes

By the way, you have come up with some very clever post titles on this blog.

Regards,
Lavinia