Thursday, August 27, 2009

Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

He’s bought his car for the height of summer
Outside his home sits a convertible Hummer
In the back seat are mops and Hoovers
In case he wants to go on manoeuvres

9 comments:

Gina said...

: )

Holly said...

David!
How nice of you to stop by. But, you have been to my blog once before and were kind enough to site the post you read then on your blog as a read of the week. It was The Gift of Grief.

I am very honored that you enjoyed this new work of mine. I hope you'll come and visit regularly. Your photos are so much beauty, that if my words can entertain you even a tenth of what you give all of us, then I have done good work, indeed!

Blessings!

Sande said...

He can domestically manoeuvre through my place .... as long as his hummer seats twelve that is.

Suzanne said...

Needed that giggle! How did you cram such a visual into that itty bitty rhyme? Fantastic!

Midlife Jobhunter said...

Weak, but I'm laughing. Chuckling actually.

Maggie May said...

Mops & hoovers are none to good
If stuck in a car right under a hood.
He should get them out and put them to use
Sounds a bit lazy, the silly goose.

Shadow said...

summer, hoovers and manouvers... nope, they don't go together...

SandyCarlson said...

By these accoutrements you can tell
The cleaning biz is doing very well.
A merry maid is the man, you see,
And things are going hummeringly.

Roxanne said...

So funny. How come your ideas are so rich? Does something in our imagination.