Thursday, August 20, 2009

Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

They're hanging his work at the London Tate
They'll pay him in beer (two dozen in a crate)
He reckons his Muse will ensure he keeps painting
And the fame will prevent his missus from fainting

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2 comments:

  1. Cloudia1:20 PM

    An airy word pastry!
    MMMMM, Delicious

    Aloha-

    Comfort Spiral

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  2. CiCi11:38 PM

    Yeah but how are they gonna eat if all he gets paid is beer?

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