Wednesday, May 06, 2009

Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

In a tavern, in a canyon, the fever left so he was calmer
Drinkin’ bourbon with no urgin’, such a handsome barley farmer
Entered she (and looked so fine), so he employed his pickup line
"O my barley, O my barley, O my barley, Clementine"

12 comments:

Sniffles and Smiles said...

Oh, this one is particularly witty! I love it! Thanks for a good chuckle!

Kirti said...

And when out they went to dine,
He asked "Please, won't you be mine?"

Cynthia said...

Clever.
:^)
C

Seamus said...

Truly sage inspired! ;)

Sandy said...

ahh I like this! quite a ditty.

Rinkly Rimes said...

What about the herring-box shoes? NOT so romantic!

Nessa said...

I am noticing an alcoholic trend to your verse lately.

Shadow said...

i enjoy these...

City Girl said...

I love it!

Absolutely going to "borrow" this one from you. :o)

GreenJello said...

LOL! Now I've got the song stuck in my head.

Janet said...

So what does it say about me that I immediately put it to the tune before I even got 3 words in?

Pyzahn said...

I do love a good ditty.