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"

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12 comments:

  1. Sniffles and Smiles1:22 PM

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

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  2. K.1:37 PM

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

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  3. Cynthia L. H.2:58 PM

    Clever.
    :^)
    C

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  4. Anonymous3:01 PM

    Truly sage inspired! ;)

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  5. sandy4:42 PM

    ahh I like this! quite a ditty.

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  6. Rinkly Rimes7:18 PM

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

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  7. Nessa9:34 PM

    I am noticing an alcoholic trend to your verse lately.

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  8. Shadow9:43 PM

    i enjoy these...

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  9. wineandroasts2:07 AM

    I love it!

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

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  10. GreenJello5:52 AM

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

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  11. Janet2:49 AM

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

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  12. Pyzahn8:34 AM

    I do love a good ditty.

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