Monday, January 19, 2009

Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

If you’re familiar with the drama of the hunting of the snark
You’d look over your shoulder if you’re walking after dark
Every clap of thunder and every sheet of lightning
Causes new tension as you feel your lungs tightening


® ♫ The Brit ♪ ® said...

As you feel your lungs tightening,
It's the smoking: it's frightening,
So quit now and just breathe,
Or smoke till you leave.

Willow said...

The snark is truly a scary creature!

Mojo said...

Ahhh... this is the kind of thing that gets you named to thigns like:
Diamonds in the Rockpile: Class of 2008. An award that's Certified 100% Tag-Free, with no obligation to... do anything, actually.

Barbara Martin said...

Ahh...rhyming verse. Love it.