Thursday, November 17, 2005
Volley
Oh Marty, Marty, it's not wise to fight
You have no hope when in a war in verse.
I'm toying with you -- I enjoy your plight --
But nearly done: I'll lay my witch's curse --
Your yellow pages turned to H for hearse? --
'Cause when I'm done, your blog calls Forest Lawn:
Rhyme Royal's king and you are just a pawn.
You have no hope when in a war in verse.
I'm toying with you -- I enjoy your plight --
But nearly done: I'll lay my witch's curse --
Your yellow pages turned to H for hearse? --
'Cause when I'm done, your blog calls Forest Lawn:
Rhyme Royal's king and you are just a pawn.
# posted by Humma Kavula @ 9:37 AM 
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You've won this battle but not the war
My brain may be hurting, but it's not sore.
I'll try again one day real soon,
And you'll be laughing like a loon.
That's the best I can do,
my rhymes are lame.
And if I know you well,
you just said the same.
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My brain may be hurting, but it's not sore.
I'll try again one day real soon,
And you'll be laughing like a loon.
That's the best I can do,
my rhymes are lame.
And if I know you well,
you just said the same.
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