Fain Assist
O sweet and tasteful mystery, yon has Gone unsettley.
His knack for tact is near-done shot; who but the Ned to pluck this plot?
Pleas on the heart are felt upon; fain to help chameleon.
Open forth thy saurus page; release the words within its cage.
posted by Harry | 1:38 PM
13 Comments:
It may just be
That I do see
(but hardly can believe)
That this Harree
Would mordantlee
(unless himself deceive)
Bedeck these words
That sing like birds
With title so diseased
To call his verse
With name so terse
It leaves me, sir, displeased
The saurus spoke
As when I woke
Of china bowl unflushed
And would you hurl
Your words like pearls
Where waters often gushed?
Say it is not so
Be quick - I have to go
ROFL...Go, I say. Run away!
I wash my feathers of BOTH of you!
Spewed mood
Rude prude
Glued flued
'Tis understood
Spilt tilt
Hilt gilt
Wilt kilt
'Tis also killed
Spewed mood
Rude prude
Glued stewed
'Tis understood
Spilt tilt
Built silt
Wilt kilt
'Tis also killed
Typical Blogger. Loses my first, I do it again, it published both. Stupid thing.
(and the do-dad keeps on aspinning)
Doo-dah doo-dah day
We mighta broke it :)) (noticed I published this one what...3 times?)
Got that one through first time. Just needed exercise.
Maybe it DESERVES to be broken?
Please Hannah. I'm feeling a little flushed...
Oh boy. We can't leave you two alone for anything!
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