Monday, February 02, 2009

Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

The wraith-like wife of Hamilton Mattick
Kept a sarcophagus in her attic

Every midnight you could see her beckoning

But we’d never set course by dead reckoning


4 comments:

Barbaloot said...

I always thought a sarcophagus was more suited for the basement. Hmm.

SAPhotographs (Joan) said...

Hello David. You have some very interesting things on you blog. Thanks for visiting mine.

jinksy said...

How do you dream up a name like Hamilton Mattick - or is he real?!

Grumpy Old Ken said...

Way beyond me on a Monday morning! Interesting blog, though, do you ever go to bed.