Filling the Proverbial Crannies
I try to Haiku
But most of the time I fail
Neither can I knit
I tried limericks
But they always came out wrong
I'll stick to whacking
I tried to stop, once
But my brakes were not working
So I crashed and burned
Then I tried to fly
But I wasn't born with wings
Or a propeller
I'll try to sleep now
Hope bedbugs don't start biting
Hope I have sweet dreams
Cliches are hackneyed
I avoid them like the plague
A bird in the hand
Is worth two in the
Broth (unspoiled by many cooks)
Thicker than water
Blessed are the meek
Blessed are the cheesemakers
For they shall find bries
In the beginning
Peter created Spoonbill
And it was damned good
Contributors: | N, quasi, F, Grayman, Ethetran, Beefy, (M. P.), Kansas Sam, Karin. |
Poem finished: | 25th September 2003. |