Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

She had seventeen frocks and the name Goldilocks
And said no to a suitor named Gorridge
‘Twas the greatest of shocks when she went into stocks
And complained she couldn’t bear porridge

5 comments:

Brit' Gal Sarah said...

LOL you need to come up with one for me and my huge handbag collection!

Merisi said...

Post Bearmatic Stress Syndrom,
Dr. Freud would say. ;-)

quilly said...

groaaaan! I'd write a response, but I can't stop groaning long enough to think!

Why is it you never come by for my Punny Monday stuff? Seems to me Mondays at my place would be right up your alley.

jinksy said...

Just realised I might have a rhyme
for that old conundrum 'orange''
as my best pal's genuine maiden name
happened to be Miss A Gorringe...

...your word porridge turned the light on...

® ♫ The Brit ♪ ® said...

I want a divorce said Daddy Bear,
As his wife cried and sobbed everywhere,
Then Baby Bear pulled up his socks,
Said "I'm moving to Goldilock's!"