Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

He says with pride that he won the rat race
Do you know his name or recognise his face?
He has no soul, he has no grace
He relinquished Life without a trace

11 comments:

Sandi McBride said...

Hitler I'd hazard a guess...
Sandi

Celebration of Life said...

I'm not sure who it is but I certainly don't want to be him!

Lavinia Ladyslipper said...

He worked like a demon
And suffered privation
But his fortune was squandered
By the third generation.

Maggie May said...

He was just an ordinary man
He worked hard & drove a van.
Until a woman in his life,
Robbed him, stabbed him with a knife.

Until that day he had it made
He thought his hard work really paid.
He bragged about the things he did....
But he's six feet under, 'neath a lid!

CrazyCath said...

Devil may care attitude... ;0)

Flowerpot said...

Not hitler because he certainly left devastation in his wake. Who is it then David?

Aggie said...

I think I know the very guy!

San said...

I took the question "Do you know his name or recognise his face?" as rhetorical. I dunno. Took the message to be that winning the rat race doesn't mean that much, but you probably have something clever and punnish in mind. There must be an answer. Reveal, please.

nitebyrd said...

This one is a good warning, David.

P M Prescott said...

I really like this poem

willow said...

Wise, David.

There are far too many of these guys running around right now.