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:

  1. errant wit...random rhyme?

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  2. 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?

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  3. Anonymous1:54 PM

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  4. 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.

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

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  6. 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.

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  7. 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!

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  8. Witticism, thy name is David. ;-)

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


    Daryl

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

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

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  12. Anonymous4:12 AM

    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.

    Nice job!
    I enjoyed your site and will come back.

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