Thursday, November 20, 2008

Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

Are you ready to tell me how in tarnation
You managed to breed a striped carnation
It has a shape like a daisy’s and a scent like a rose’s
And it looks like it might have been grown by Moses


5 comments:

® ♫ The Brit ♪ ® said...

Great one David!
I can smell the scent of the flowers from here!

quilly said...

Moses O'Reilly, to be precise.
Growing flowers is his vice,
He grows them stripped, or speckled or checkered,
He hold's the world's flower grownin' record.

74WIXYgrad said...

Holy Moses, he's got powers
To put whatever he wants on flowers
Diamonds, stars, he's not sloppy
Even has a psychedelic poppy

Fireblossom said...

Pinocchio, sir, you've got your cheek,

To explain my methods would take all week;

If I give someone's husband some orange bluebells,

Don't ask why, cos a lady never tells!

fishing guy said...

David: Nicely done, an incarnation of words.