Simpsonfan….Defective pottery as the target of her incisive rhymes?
It seems a little cruel, somehow…making fun of poor, lumpy pots that can’t help having been formed by an awkward hand.
It may be hard to blow a knee rhyming…..
But sometimes a head gasket seems ready to go….
I look for some elusive rhymeThat hides from me for half a day….I wear out keyboards wasting timeOn doggerel to give away.
Oh yes, I’m quick, I will admit…When words are flowing as they should…But sometimes nothing seems to fit…A dozen half-rhymes… nothing good.
I tear my hair, I shriek and cry…I beat my head against the table…OK OK… that’s all a lie….But I’d break pots, if I were able.
Obviously, Trout hasn’t been to a rap concert.
Rhyming while sharpshooting pottery. … There’s a song in there somewhere… a good, she done me wrong, threw me out the door while pottery whizzed by my head. So I took the pottery and went to the range. …. yeah. That kind of song.
Roses are red, violets are blueHere, I made this pot for you!
SusanSunshine Premium Member over 11 years ago
Simpsonfan….Defective pottery as the target of her incisive rhymes?
It seems a little cruel, somehow…making fun of poor, lumpy pots that can’t help having been formed by an awkward hand.
SusanSunshine Premium Member over 11 years ago
It may be hard to blow a knee rhyming…..
But sometimes a head gasket seems ready to go….
SusanSunshine Premium Member over 11 years ago
I look for some elusive rhymeThat hides from me for half a day….I wear out keyboards wasting timeOn doggerel to give away.
Oh yes, I’m quick, I will admit…When words are flowing as they should…But sometimes nothing seems to fit…A dozen half-rhymes… nothing good.
I tear my hair, I shriek and cry…I beat my head against the table…OK OK… that’s all a lie….But I’d break pots, if I were able.
J Short over 11 years ago
Obviously, Trout hasn’t been to a rap concert.
Hunter7 over 11 years ago
Rhyming while sharpshooting pottery. … There’s a song in there somewhere… a good, she done me wrong, threw me out the door while pottery whizzed by my head. So I took the pottery and went to the range. …. yeah. That kind of song.
Uskoke over 11 years ago
Roses are red, violets are blueHere, I made this pot for you!