Its easier to write
In verse I realise
The poetic license helps
A black poodle yelps
Like the nude emperor
You o foolish courtier
Will think this makes sense
A white picket fence
And now because I’ve stated
So blatantly, you shall rate it
Ridiculous beyond compare
Is a unicorn a mare?
Your hope for my redemption
Depends on the assumption
Marbles are still inside
A merry yuletide!
So shake your head and walk
Or perhaps stay and mock
While I dance my little jig
Oh and figue is french for fig!
7 comments:
poetic license indeed :)
And its about time it got revoked :|
Naansense. One nimit orey the sentiment to forgotten friend. Now this craziness.
But atleast your blog is still alive unlike some others.(You know who you are.So take a hint!)
Oh wow. Popping out to say cuckoo indeed! :)
im sure john keats twitched his nostrils in heaven
Ogden Nash would be proud though
Wagging finger
see i knew you'd all come around :D
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