Saturday, January 24, 2009

Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

His hat was green, his boots were yeller
In truth, he was a dapper fella
We all know the Outback bank teller
Mate, they dress well in Concongella

6 comments:

® ♫ The Brit ♪ ® said...

Blue was the colour of her eyes,
As she looked up to the stormy skies,
When gale-force winds blew all through town,
One strong gust blew her knickers down.

Maggie May said...

The girl was walking, dressed in green
She was as skinny as a bean.
Over the road she saw her lover
But slipped down the drain with out a cover.

jinksy said...

The Poet's Bug has bit again,
so rhyming comments show.
Now I try with might and main
to add one more before I go...

to do something a little more constructive with my Saturday. Fat chance! Up with bloggers!

Sandi McBride said...

While traveling thru Victoria town
a Grampian vine I'd taken down
to try to root with some pizazz
and vint some mighty fine shiraz!

Sandi

® ♫ The Brit ♪ ® said...

Haha!
These are all so great!
David has started something here... now I find myself looking for "Verse and Worse" every day! hehe
Jinksy was right the other day... this truly is the place for the in-crowd! ;)

Kittie Beletic said...

His hat was yeller, his boots were green
In truth, the man had made a scene
Who he was, there is no clue
He might have been a kangaroo!