Ahhh, the fresh canvas of new fallen snow
and the promise of beer-bloated bladder
no pencil, but my pen is, well, you know..
(to a true poet, size doesn't matter)
I claim nothing such, but this mighty oak
begs for a sonnet or three
so upon it I plant acorny joke
and spout forth my pee-a-tree
and I saved some ink, too, for the crisp clean ground
and my rhymes were sharp and biting
but my publisher says a deceit they have found
for it was my wife's handwriting!
Tee hee hee hee hee hee hee! C, this is simply brilliant. t x
There snow doubting you are the master of wordplay - pure genius Chuck. Love it. Justine.
A little flaky perhaps, but very (n) ice. Oh Mr A, see what you've done to me? ! Hugs Anna xxx
Direct well the fountain Though the neighbours may all point Your hands nice and warm Holding onto my ball, point?
LOL! ! ! I don't know how this one escaped me before... Love the puns in this one! ! Acorny joke? ? ! ! Groan! ! ! ...: -) Hugs, Dee
Chuck, Snow way to treat a lady, This is what you need to know, You are below the ice ... that lies beneath the snow... Giving her the credit is not the same ... as giving her the blame...
Joyously witty and you made me laugh. Loved it. Ez
brilliant. and gets better and better with more readings. sod you! al
Charles, this certainly belongs among your best of the best... I'm afraid there's no telling what you'll pen next! Brilliantly funny! ! Brian
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This about covers every joke one could mine on the subject, Chuck! Shame on you for not giving the wife credit all this time... ; ] Fun puns and wordplay throughout, but then hey, you're the master! Est : ]