Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

Said the Rasta to the pastor
Can you go a little faster?
My voice has faded to a croak
And the joint’s going up in smoke
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4 comments:

Alison said...

Very funny! Not everyone can write limericks, and you did a good job here!

1:01 PM
Maggie May said...

Rasta.... pastor, what a laugh....
I just got up to have a bath.
Yesterday was Warren Peace....
Sometimes you tell of aunt or niece...
You never fail to make me smirk
Your rhyme has always got some quirk!

4:34 PM
Rhea said...

Oh, this was good. LOL Smokin'!

12:45 AM
Tess Kincaid said...

You know, what I would really like is a sound clip of you quoting this in your Aussie accent...fasta and fasta.

9:01 AM

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