He
Drank one tea
Left behind his repartee
Returned to drink the other then flee
To be then caught later only having a wee.
He would most likely be
a sorry
_ _ _ _
Posted in uncategorized on August 25, 2008| Leave a Comment »
He
Drank one tea
Left behind his repartee
Returned to drink the other then flee
To be then caught later only having a wee.
He would most likely be
a sorry
_ _ _ _
Posted in uncategorized on August 19, 2008| Leave a Comment »
So Hi!
Says I
Country hoon
This guy
Tusli.
Oh my!
Leafy fly
Brown buffoon
By Sly.
But why?
She’ll try
Aim high
‘Fore noon
Leaves die
Fall dry.
Death nigh
Big sigh
Do not swoon
Or cry
Dead lie.
Beer buy
Light brai
Sing a tune
Cook kai
Food fry
Oh aye
Don’t pry
One day soon
To sky
We fly.
Posted in uncategorized on June 7, 2008| Leave a Comment »
I ken see
You ben free
Not too slow
Too right a beau
But hang about
‘Case he’s a lout
Sloppy Joe of
Real name ‘Mo’
Sly may fret
Then you can bet
Cole Van she’ll alarm
To fix him harm
I ben stewing
What you ken be doing
Tell ‘im “cool ya heels”
Go spin ya wheels
Scratch around old hen
‘Fore you get down in Ten
Dig up the dirt
Before you flirt!
Posted in uncategorized on December 18, 2007| Leave a Comment »
Two-eyed to see better
Two ears to hear
One body good for touch
Sense.
Too proud to ask a helper
Two hundred kilo’s to bear
One spine costing much
Cents.
Two-armpitted to smell higher
Two nostrils to clear
One nose smelling such
Scents.
Two-kidneyed to filter
Two jugs of beer
One bag a chips ta munch
Hence.
Two-fingered to wave wilder
Two fists to bare
One eyed, oh such
Presence.
Too old to know better
Two young to care
One wrong age for such
Pretense.
Two-kneed to bend over
Two cheeks to bare
One gob spouts much
Nonsense.
Too drunk to be better
Two hands that dare
One jaw to punch
Senseless.
Proverbs 19v8: Whoever gets sense loves his own soul…
Proverbs 19v11: Good sense makes one slow to anger…