Jerk squirts: soda-fountain treat.
Tush hurts; "so does" pair of feet.
One line enshrines a root beer float.
The second whines, "Ow! Foot/rear bloat."
Moral:
The (sweet) tooth hurts.
Walk and chew gum: doing both is required.
Gawk and woo, chum! (And in neither get mired!)
Moral:
Either/or is such a bore.
"Hands across water"...?
Fragment of Beatlesong (merest of smidgens).
"Wands than cross...? Hotter!":
Magic's more "in" than be Christian religions.
Moral:
Born again...? Nope: Norns your yen.
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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