Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

They wanted a concert by the Tijuana Brass
They obeyed the sign not to walk on the grass
Each with their coffee and personal EPERB
They sat by the kerb and waited for Herb

9 comments:

Celebration of Life said...

Oh Boooo, David! Thanks for the laugh! Merry Christmas Eve!
Jo

Craig Glenn said...

eperb... good one.

Merry christmas eve.

Craig

Fireblossom said...

Herb Alpert, it seems, was born to a trombone

and a big fat tuba who never stayed home

they could not be quiet and were kicked out of mass

the priest sternly scolded, "you've got your brass!"

SandyCarlson said...

At long last showed up the Herb
And all those coffee drinkers jumped off the kerb
To hear the concert of their dreams
Though they drank their coffees with too few creams.

quilly said...

That "Stay Off the Grass" stuff ain't not joke,
But it's not about where you walk, it's about what you smoke.

quilly said...

Do I like brass?
You bet your ...

As a matter of fact, my love is a trumpet player.

74WIXYgrad said...

Herb's been blowing his horn
Since the day he was born
Making all his records in stacks
Using no violins and no sax

Merry Christmas

ArneA said...

Merry Christmas

Lawstude said...

lovely prose. anyways, have a joyful christmas to you and your love ones... from my islands to yours.