In Desperation
I chased a rhyme around the room
I could not seem to catch it
A word might come to lift my gloom
Then none would come to match it
On tip of my protruding tongue
A phrase would briefly teeter
Then totter to the trash unsung
For lack of proper meter
I knit my brow and scratched my head
But that just made things worse
All squinty eyed and bleeding head
I still could write no verse
So I would ask that one of you
If lady, gent or scholar
Would part with just a line or two
I’d pay you half a dollar!
In Desperation
In Desperation
A Fair Offer
A hundred words in basic rhyme
Without much sense or reason
Is scarcely going to ring my chime
Regardless of the season
I know it's cold and wet outside
I have to find the rent
But even so I'd wish I'd died
At two words for a cent
Your rate's too low for even me
To summon up the muse
It's not enough to buy more tea
I'll just dilute my brews
But if you double up your rate
I'll summon up my powers
I'll get up early, stay up late
And write like this for hours!
A hundred words in basic rhyme
Without much sense or reason
Is scarcely going to ring my chime
Regardless of the season
I know it's cold and wet outside
I have to find the rent
But even so I'd wish I'd died
At two words for a cent
Your rate's too low for even me
To summon up the muse
It's not enough to buy more tea
I'll just dilute my brews
But if you double up your rate
I'll summon up my powers
I'll get up early, stay up late
And write like this for hours!
Nullius in verba ... ☎||||||||||| ... To Fate I sue, of other means bereft, the only refuge for the wretched left.
When flower power came along I stood for Human Rights, marched around for peace and freedom, had some nooky every night - we took it serious.
Who has a spare two minutes to play in this month's FG Trivia game! ... My other OS is Slackware.
When flower power came along I stood for Human Rights, marched around for peace and freedom, had some nooky every night - we took it serious.
Who has a spare two minutes to play in this month's FG Trivia game! ... My other OS is Slackware.
In Desperation
Dear Spot;
DEAL ! :wah:
DEAL ! :wah:
In Desperation
SnoozeControl wrote: You two are just too clever for words. :-4
More please.
I agree - absolutely brilliant! You're both in the wrong jobs.
More please.
I agree - absolutely brilliant! You're both in the wrong jobs.
In HIM I place my trust.
In Desperation
Well.... I'll quit if he will :yh_rotfl
In Desperation
With starcrossed eye and squinting muse
Poor 4rum stripped for action
To sell his soul and pawn his shoes
For rhyming satisfaction
Along came Spot from valleys green
His bardic chimes unrung
Quoth he: You bring more bling, I'll sing
If not your song's unsung
My kingdom for a dadgummed verse
Cried 4rum - really riled
A lady heard his horrid curse
Her laugh was eldrich, wild
I give you rhyme and rhythm too
With wicked wit and quick
But henceforth leave high poesie
Your thing is limerick
There once was a fellow called 4rum
Liked the ladies and tried hard to scorum
They found most exciting
His limerick writing
And very soon got to adorum
Poor 4rum stripped for action
To sell his soul and pawn his shoes
For rhyming satisfaction
Along came Spot from valleys green
His bardic chimes unrung
Quoth he: You bring more bling, I'll sing
If not your song's unsung
My kingdom for a dadgummed verse
Cried 4rum - really riled
A lady heard his horrid curse
Her laugh was eldrich, wild
I give you rhyme and rhythm too
With wicked wit and quick
But henceforth leave high poesie
Your thing is limerick
There once was a fellow called 4rum
Liked the ladies and tried hard to scorum
They found most exciting
His limerick writing
And very soon got to adorum
"Life is too short to ski with ugly men"
In Desperation
So with the gift by lady left
4rums fate comes altered
Her witted pen she weild so deft
She save his musings faltered
And so that Spot be not forgot
To him we too bow grateful
His aid was not so cheaply bought
But still by no means hateful
The fates have truely smiled a smile
'Pon 4rum's furrowed brow
And in this place he'll rest a while
If found friends will allow
4rums fate comes altered
Her witted pen she weild so deft
She save his musings faltered
And so that Spot be not forgot
To him we too bow grateful
His aid was not so cheaply bought
But still by no means hateful
The fates have truely smiled a smile
'Pon 4rum's furrowed brow
And in this place he'll rest a while
If found friends will allow