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:

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

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  2. Anonymous5:58 PM

    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.

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

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  4. 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!

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  5. David: Nicely done, an incarnation of words.

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