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

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6 comments:

  1. ® ♫ The Brit ♪ ®3:44 PM

    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.

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  2. Maggie May6:54 PM

    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.

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  3. Jinksy8:37 PM

    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!

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  4. Sandi McBride12:14 AM

    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

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  5. ® ♫ The Brit ♪ ®2:22 AM

    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! ;)

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  6. Kittie Beletic2:30 AM

    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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