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
In truth, he was a dapper fella
We all know the Outback bank teller
Mate, they dress well in Concongella
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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.
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.
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!
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
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! ;)
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!
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