Saturday, May 03, 2008

Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

In Outback pubs
There ain’t no drought
The beer’s in tubs
'Neath barrels of Stout

12 comments:

Sandi McBride said...

And might I find Crocodile Dundee sitting at the bar holding court with his tales of derring do? I'd quite like that.
Sandi

just jamie said...

Oh I so love everything about this....

OHmommy said...

I dream and hope I can make it there someday!!!!

jillie said...

I know where I'm sitting. There's a chair next to the stout with my name ALL over it! I'll be ONE happy camper...

Merisi said...

There is an Australian pub
near Vienna's opera,
serving iced beer from the tub,
and many a conserved aria.
(It is all true,
even though
Merisi can't rhyme!)

Maggie May said...

The Outback Pubs Notice Board!

No need to panic
If there's no water here...
You can get manic
On drinking this beer.

quilldancer said...

I've never been to an Outback Pub,
But if some day I do,
I would be right happy,
To tip a pint with you.

Mona said...

lottsa beer for big bellies

Rub a dub dub
Lotsa beer in a tub
David'as got it flowing
So we all keep aglowing

:D

Jeeze, I am bad at this!
But then the post is about verse at its worse, isn't it? :D

CrazyCath said...

I think I'm on me way to outback pubs then!

Might turn to alcohol now I stopped the cigs! lol

Blog Princess G said...

Oohhh, barrels of stout. I'm booking my flight.

Brian in Oxford said...

Tubs of beer? Like bathtubs? Giant plastic containers? What exactly are we talking about?

Actually, David, I almost got fooled and thought that said "draught" instead of "drought", which of course ruins the rhyming!

Sharon said...

Not a crime, unless it's a crime to be cute.