Tuesday, February 03, 2009

Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

Be wary of noon on a midsummer scorcher
Going out in the sun is my notion of torture
I’m parched and I’m dry and however I try
I’m consumed by fear that I’m going to fry


Poutalicious said...

"I’m consumed by fear that I’m going to fry
Like ten little sizzlers so run to the porcher"

OK so I admit I should have rotten vegetables thrown at me for that one; but you do realize there is absolutely nothing that rhymes with scorcher and torture so I had to resort to my own devices.

Pat - An Arkansas Stamper said...

I take it that it's still unbearably hot down there!

You did a great job with rhyming scorcher and torture. English spelling and pronunciation can be/is very strange.

George said...

I sure hope you don't fry and that you get some relief from your heat and drought.

Fireblossom said...


As she got dryer she also got hoarser

Her temper got worse and her language got coarser

Finally I couldn't take any more, sir

I think she should drink but no one can force her.

Absolute Vanilla (and Atyllah) said...

There's no balance, you guys are roasting while the Brits are freezing. And here... we're just being blown away!

Anonymous said...

Hey silly fella
Use an umbrella