Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

A two-mile conga began in Wodonga
To honour the visit by the king of Tonga
Then they vanished without a trace
(Methinks it was the hectic pace)

Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

Will one suitcase do, or shall I take two
On my forthcoming journey to Kalamazoo?
Shall I wait a bit longer and buy one in Wodonga?
While I'm waiting in line to take part in the conga

Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

With the advent of spring
On the orders of the King
They dance the conga
On the streets of Tonga