Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

My next-door neighbour Grandpa Smith
Was proud of his sun hat made of pith
In stormy weather, it wasn’t waterproof
Come to think of it, neither was his roof

9 comments:

WILSONART said...

,,,and his head and bed were living proof!
(sorry, I couldn't help it)

#:-)

Love the story in your previous post. Smart man, your Father!

Expatmum said...

I was going to sat that in stormy weather that hat would presumably be running all over his face - then I realised I was thinking of peat!!
Sorry!

just jamie said...

Just popping in to see what the clever man has been up to. Great titles to these posts, excellent photos, rhyming jokester. All in a days' work, eh?

travelling, but not in love said...

The roof would let the rain right in,
luckily Grandpa had thick skin.
He'd get cold and wet all the way through.
But he didn't mind 'cos his beer was too.

Absolute Vanilla (and Atyllah) said...

Brilliant! As a huge fan of Ogden Nash, I just love nonsense verse. I do hope Grandpa Smith didn't get to soaked when the waters broked.

A Cuban In London said...

Excellent rhyme, david. It reminds me of Dr Seuss a little bit.

travelling, that was fab!

Greetings from London.

fishing guy said...

David: That is a funny poem.

Colleen said...

Ahahahhaha! Very Good!

San said...

Pithy.