Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

By the churchyard's ivy creeper
As my voice grew slightly deeper
Algernon's went swiftly higher
He's still soprano in the choir


Sandi McBride said...

Quoth the raven nevermore? You had me going there for a minute!
Good job!

Blog Princess G said...

Okay, that made me laugh out loud. You are a saucepot, as well as an ace boy photographer.

Maggie May said...

Poor Algernon, I wonder why
His voice is really rather high?
Did he have some injury?
He must feel like it's purgatory!

quilly said...

Tell Algernon that is why one goes under barbwire fences rather than over them -- though he's probably already got the point.

Sorry no rhyme. I am catching up on all the work I didn't do when I was ill. I hope to have time to play soon!