Saturday, August 30, 2008

Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

Way up north in Dawson City
I'll strum my gee-tar and sing you a ditty
Of men, of claims, of unimaginable cold
And how the Yukon was defined by gold

10 comments:

quilly said...

You can keep the city, the snow and the cold,
Just send me a pocket full of gold.

Maddy said...

I'm cautious to comment as my last few comments [and email] bounced as you are apparently full!
Cheers

willow said...

I would venture to say that you could sing me three, four or maybe more ditties, David! ;)

Louise said...

I think I read once you don't drink. I think the "silly fella" needs to get some sleep!

Although I'm laughing at this one and the "Singin' in the Rain" which is on my reader but not here.

Maggie May said...

Dawson City
Looks rather pretty.
No wonder you want to strum & sing
The Yukon makes you feel like a king!

You are lucky to be able to travel there and see the lovely scenery & snap it all up!

leslie said...

Bring me some gold, Mr. Gee-tar Man. ;D

i beati said...

I like how you slipped Yukon in there.. sk

Lee said...

We laughed ourselves silly at the outhouse race
And talked to folks to get a feel for the place.
Then we sat round the fire to warm the night
As we gazed in awe at the Northern Lights.

Cheers, David! Bring us back some bold tales.

Sandi McBride said...

the tales of snow and ice and cold
were told to slow down men of old
so they wouldn't hurry way up north
to dig the gold the hills put forth!

fishing guy said...

David:
With going there I have no pity
to be in such a wonderful city.
I hope I may be also be so bold
to visit there before I'm too old.