There was a child who could never rhyme
he wrote poems that clunked and maligned
he cried with a fright
when, to his delight
(yep he's frightened and delighted)
There was a child who could never rhyme
he wrote poems that clunked and maligned
he cried with a fright
when, to his delight
(yep he's frightened and delighted)
"I can write better than anybody who can write faster, and I can write faster than anybody who can write better." - A. J. Liebling
There was a child who could never rhyme
he wrote poems that clunked and maligned
he cried with a fright
when, to his delight
rhythmic meter caught him from behind
Haha forget it.
"I can write better than anybody who can write faster, and I can write faster than anybody who can write better." - A. J. Liebling
oh my.
When I eat sour pickles, I pucker
When I eat sour pickles, I pucker
unlike my beau, the burly trucker
When I eat sour pickles, I pucker
unlike my beau, the burly trucker
He chomps 'em up good
"I can write better than anybody who can write faster, and I can write faster than anybody who can write better." - A. J. Liebling
When I eat sour pickles, I pucker
unlike my beau, the burly trucker
he likes his frankfurter
When I eat sour pickles, I pucker
unlike my beau, the burly trucker
he likes his frankfurter
tended by a sheep herder (not a word about the extra syllable, that's an almost impossible rhyme)
When I eat sour pickles, I pucker
unlike my beau, the burly trucker
he likes his frankfurter
but yells bloody murder
When I eat sour pickles, I pucker
unlike my beau, the burly trucker
he likes his frankfurter
but yells bloody murder
When they serve him too few at Fuddruckers
Let's see if my above post is deleted without explanation. Wouldn't be the first time.
I whipped this up in a fit of boredom. Feeling kind of Halloweeny. . .
Headless, I ride vacant roads
This night your neck-up is owed
You round a bend
My blade extends
One more head unto my load
Last edited by caelum; 10-31-2010 at 08:30 AM.
Let's see if my above post is deleted without explanation. Wouldn't be the first time.
I liked that, cae, nice job.
The lovers of puppies and flowers
today shirk from the awesome powers
that the dark like me
dispense easily
cowards, beware the witching hour
This got missed in a double post.
There was once a sad little gnome
who got crushed by a passing man's tome
Though, he did not die
(Don't ask me why)
A Read for the Train, a collection of short stories, flash fiction and verse.
http://www.amazon.co.uk/A-Read-For-T...0461285&sr=1-1
http://www.lulu.com/shop/oliver-buck...-18812406.html
Read the reviews, its cheaper on Lulu, on the other hand you pay postage.
There was once a sad little gnome
who got crushed by a passing man's tome
Though, he did not die
(Don't ask me why)
he learned he should stick close to home
Ghost's and Goblin's crowd 'round my door
their pillowcase stretched out for more
but the treats in my bowl
cannot fill their black hole
crap, I'll have to run to the store
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