Thursday, May 01, 2008

Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

Interrogate me forever
And give me truth serum
But I will never
Criticise a theorem

12 comments:

katherine. said...

errant wit...random rhyme?

Sandi McBride said...

Do you suppose if you locked 143,000 monkeys in a room with all of them typing on two typewriters each, they might come up with the critisism for you? Shall I put on the tea while we wait?

Ashish said...
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dmarks said...

Sandi: Doing the math, they should create 286,000 scripts for the TV show "Two and a Half Men" that the producers will approve without hesitation.

jillie said...

I'm trying to visualize the monkeys in one room...lol! That would be ONE noisy room!

Uncle Joe said...

The police WILL interrogate you ad infinitum.

If that is what it takes.

But you know you'll have to fight 'em.

For their donuts and cupcakes.

Maggie May said...

Oh come on, you know you would
All that serum round your blood.
You would sqawk just like a pig
And possibly do a little jig!

Merisi said...

Witticism, thy name is David. ;-)

Daryl E said...

put a tomato in a tornado
see the friction
make it pulp fiction


Daryl

Jamie Dawn said...

Keep the truth serum away from me!
I don't want to embarrass myself.

Lavinia Ladyslipper said...

Forget truth serum...I'd spill every last bean for chocolate!

bessye said...

Truth serum, comes in many ways, shapes and forms. All you have to do is open your eyes, listen with your ears, and the acknowledgement of the speaking...yours and theirs.

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