Monday, June 16, 2008

Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

Nothing could be finer
Than a water diviner
Whose rod finds a blotch
That ain’t water but Scotch

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7 comments:

  1. Maggie May5:14 PM

    Every man's dream
    To find Scotch running like a stream!
    But think of the fish.....
    And you would miss
    A glass of cold water
    If not, well you oughter!

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  2. Jeni5:24 PM

    Now, that would definitely be my kind of "divining rod" -or maybe one that led to a permanent keg of beer too. Oh yeah! Sounds good to me.

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  3. Rune Eide6:17 PM

    Since water diviners can't even find more water than any others, I think you'll have to let them in at a distillery. Then maybe...

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  4. Anonymous6:29 PM

    Diviner can you tell? Where should I put my well?

    Come, taste what I've found here below your ground.

    This water, I said, Has gone to my head!
    And I can't help but think it's my new favorite drink.
    It would be swell if you'd dig me a well.
    Then just to be nice, add a truck full of ice.

    I surely will, after payment of my bill.

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  5. www.retiredandcrazy.com6:37 PM

    Your scotch would be diviner
    If it dripped on my recliner

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  6. Cliff7:55 PM

    Where does he choose
    To drill for his booze
    He'll even have cheer
    If he just reaches beer



    BTW Please read my new blog-Whattville is on the Other Side of the Tracks
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  7. Tess Kincaid5:38 AM

    What a divine idea!

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