Thursday, September 24, 2009

Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

Algernon Peters
Bought odor-eaters
He put them in his boots
And the pockets of his suits

11 comments:

Sandi McBride said...

Now this is a man you could certainly smell before he came into sight. No need for blood hounds here!
Sandi

Brian Miller said...

sandi swiped my thought...you'd definitely know he was coming around the bend.

gaelikaa said...

But he wasn't sure,
If it was a good cure!

Maggie May said...

I can smell him from here!

Like the pyramid that your poem made.
Pleasing to the eye as well as funny!

vicki archer said...

WIth a name like Algernon....xv

♥ Braja said...

Stinky pockets? There's a poem in there somewhere...:)

Eddie Bluelights said...

The world said, "Algernon, give us a treat!
And go upstairs and wash your feet!
And then go to Boots and get some spray
To keep that awful smell at bay!"

Shadow said...

sweet-smelling dude!

Celebration of Life said...

What in the world did he keep in his pockets that smelled so bad?
Jo

Artist Unplugged said...

Hmmmm, good advice, must pass this on to the hubby!

Suldog said...

I once knew a man who bought Odor-Eaters, opened the package, and he completely disappeared.