His…? Bacon and eggs.
The tortured’s plea: “Just let me die.”
He’s achin’… and begs.
Moral:
For me…? Decaf -- but just a half.
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.
Sunday, March 8, 2020
Spoon for the Holidays
Magi in
threes…?
“I Saw Three
Ships.”
You, George,
view bees;
I, Shaw, see
thrips.
Moral:
GBS (more
or less)
Spoomelier
My favorite red...?
A Cote du Rhone.
"Dear Roy,
Drop dead!"
I wrote to Cohn.
Moral:
Re wine: where's mine...?
A Cote du Rhone.
"Dear Roy,
Drop dead!"
I wrote to Cohn.
Moral:
Re wine: where's mine...?
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