Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

The timber mill boss, a bloke called Bruce
Had misgivings about the quality of spruce
So when things reached a critical juncture
He scrubbed up for a "lumber" puncture

5 comments:

  1. Anonymous2:02 PM

    Felled by the rhyme!

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  2. LOL I keep wanting to replace the e in lumber with an a which would make that splinter a real pain.

    Cheers!

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  3. Anonymous7:27 PM

    There you go making fun of my brother again!

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  4. He had a best mate name of Joe,
    who had some serious problems down 'below'.
    Whatever his girlfriend would do,
    Joe's pleasure would never shine through

    And then all alone and all of a sudden
    he'd find himself becoming, well, wooden.
    To get wood when he should would be good.
    But he only got wood when he could.

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  5. David
    A timber mill worker, Bill the bloke
    really always liked to work with oak.
    He thought oak would never split
    so oak never gave him a fit.

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