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

4 comments:

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

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

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

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  4. Anonymous6:54 PM

    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!

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