There once was a wooter named qwerty,
Whose wife he did say was so purty.
No woots did he buy
Though he did really try
To write posts that were not quite so wordy.
when what to my wondering eyes should appear
but a case of the cramps and a small batch of diarrhea
To write post that ain’t so wordy
would require a person quite nerdy
with out any doubt
i might be that lout
cause qwerty was purty but durty
As I tended a doggy
whose belly was sore
I wandered these threads
(I am a post whore)
And what did I find
to my earthly delight
a new thread created
by AZ tonight!
So post here I will
a rhyme or a pun
this new thread of yours
is sure to be fun!
It’s morning, and golly, what surprise.
Some real clever rhyming in front of my eyes!!
To be clever in the mourning
for me, is such a hard thing
but for you, AZGman,
I will think of something
Hope all wooters will help you
with your request of the day
Please take a second or two
and send AZGman a rhyme his way
Don’t delay, he is waiting for the post.
He’ll let us know, which one,
he liked the most.
Your so fine
because your mine
any place, any time
we’ll meet at the shrine
ok, not mine but…
Mary had a little pig,
She kept it fat and plastered;
And when the price of pork went up,
She shot the little bastard.
MARY HAD A LITTLE LAMB
Her father shot it dead.
Now it goes to school with her,
Between two hunks of bread.
what do you know, i stubbed my toe
and now I want to cry
Put on some ice
It will feel nice
Then you can dry your eyes
oh thanks what a help!
I’ll go ice down this whelp
and then perhaps have some pie.
When you’re thinking of rhyming words
Be careful not to step in any turds.
Be sure to dodge the land mines,
I forget to do that sometimes.
(almost :-\ )
Now that you have a turd
on your shoe
Everyone will smell the
odor coming from you
Speaking of land mines
I must ask thee
Is Seventoes
Missing three?
Having safely come from work to here
and find myself, in comfort, home,
I think I’ll rest and sip a beer;
I’ve no desire to further roam.
Hope you had a good day
and are enjoying that beer.
If it’s really, really, good
please send some here.
Today was neither bad nor good.
An average shift - some work; some play.
If I were able, I surely would
ship you some beer to make your day.
I wrote it; I like it.
It belongs in this thread.
It’s electrons will be here
long after I’m dead.
“Last Post Groovin’”
Steel brush hush on a snare with flair to chase off the ghost that denies me last post . . .
Hummin’ to the thrummin’ of the syncopated drummin’ while we’re strummin’ up the coast to pay honor to last post . . .
Cynical replies can’t disguise the heavy sighs when you finally realize that what permeates the skies is a longing for the boast as the writer of last post . . .
Staying in the stream of an ever-flowing dream that cascades and foams like cream along the banks that almost seem to play hostess to the host of the desire for last post . . .
Compliments designed to distract the idle mind from a course that must unwind in the valleys of the blind who’ve been forced to leave behind the weakest of their kind to the eager who do lust most to be author of the last post . . .
It’s time to prime the rhyme sublime with gin and lime that loosens the grip on those who would strip my hand of the chance to host the last post.