Monday, June 15, 2009

Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

We skip so fast, to Bourke we go
With shovel, rake and muddy hoe
Hi-ho, hi-ho, it’s off to work we go
We’re all so happy we earn some dough

8 comments:

Cynthia said...

I drag my feet, and want to stay.
Blogging, playing through the day.
The weekend's gone;now I must pay.
Homework's due. Is it done? Nay.

SweetPeaSurry said...

I swear I read all of your posts, I just don't comment on them all as you're so prolific, I would LITERALLY run out of things to say! Cute verse!

SandyCarlson said...

But the dough never rises--
Just look at our level.

Anna said...

hi hi hi, lol David nice verse again. Anna :)

Brian Miller said...

maybe that's why i am having a hard time finding a job...i need to get a shovel. nice verse david.

Artist Unplugged said...

and taxes please stay away!

Shadow said...

ha! i knew there had to be a reason for getting up early in winter....

Lola said...

I've been away on a work-induced blog hiatus, but I'm back, ready to catch up. What's Burke?

Ciao dear poet of the image and photographer of prose.

Lola xx