Originally posted by robbie carrobieSir you are a holey sock,
There was a mouse
in my house
who lived underground
whose friend
was a hound
who lived in a mound
He found a pound on that mound
and spread it all around
His name was Gerald
and he was a good mouse.
i'll darn you in the morning
enough with all the poppycock,
consider this a warning.
Originally posted by robbie carrobieIf the plural of mouse is mice, is the plural of house hice? Is the plural of underground undergrind?
There was a mouse
in my house
who lived underground
whose friend
was a hound
who lived in a mound
He found a pound on that mound
and spread it all around
His name was Gerald
and he was a good mouse.
The Blue Ones Thread 121177 (Page 2)
Your jeans play on the banisters
of my sleep.
I hear footsteps sometimes.
Your last blue pair of sneakers
walk around
in the parks of my dreams.
I see new grass stains on the toes.
Your white socks
are inside out, I am almost sure
I wonder if they need pulling
up, again,
right now wherever you are
and if you are running easy
and if those
yellow laces are still untied.
From "While Boston Slept" (Houston, 1981)
Originally posted by coquettebutt, have you personally stopped to consider
There was a young lady, tutt tutt!
If you thought that you were going to read smut
For this is just a little rhyme
With just a few lines
That contains absolutely nothing butt
the remote possibility
that she was wearing an old woolen sweater
with an emblem of nobility?
