Here's Robert Frost ‘neath snowy trees:
“Whose
woods these are I think I know…”
Beers -- Belgian ales -- go well with cheese:
“Whose
worts…? These are (I think) Hainault’s.”
Aleppo’s ethnic music stores:
“Whose
ouds these are I’d plink, not blow.”
Through Bible thumpers' closet doors:
“Whose
goods art these…? Thy pink I'd throw.”
Some metal crosses grace our town:
“Whose
roods are these…? They’re zinc, yet glow.”
From brothers beige and black and brown:
“Whose ‘hoods
be deese…? Dey stink, ma bro!”
From telling tales, Milne rarely rests:
“Roo’s
moods bizarre my shrink I’ll show.”
Some Brits engage in kitchen tests:
“Whose
pudds, these…? Dare I lick the bowl…?”
Gone’s Sigmund’s objectivity:
“Whose
moods, these…? Arch! Ein kinky, no...?”
French days wax warm. Who’s thirsty…? Me”
“Whose
food bar, this…? I’d drink iced eau.
This scribe for colored pencils fights:
“Whose
words are these…? Their ink’s de trop.”
Ms. Martha from Mount Vernon writes:
“Whose
wooden teeth…? A. Lincoln’s…? No!”
Though blue’s not bad, I’m not a
fan:
“Whose woads are these…? (Like [wink]
nice, though.)”
Zamboni eyes a backup plan:
"Would kudzu freeze ice rinks…? Why,
no.”
Some apiarists can be mean:
"How'd you harm bees...? I'd pink eye sow."
Was Tiger in the pro shop seen...?
"Those Woods par threes I think I'd blow."
PlaysWellWithLetters is a blogorrheal notebook of Nonsense in rhyming metres accompanying often-inconsequential sequencial graphics all issuing from the hands and/or minds of Sgt. N. ("Jim") Smithe-Magee, amateur author/illustrator whose several books are available online from Politics & Prose Bookstore under the nom de charade Ulysses Poe.
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Saturday, August 3, 2019
Privyet, Proshchay!
Who'll swamp with hate our ship of state?
The Putin puppet Don'll.
"I'll now be Czar.* Who'll crown me? Barr...
and Moscow Mitch McConnell."
* Bizarre indeed.
The Putin puppet Don'll.
"I'll now be Czar.* Who'll crown me? Barr...
and Moscow Mitch McConnell."
* Bizarre indeed.
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