Here is what is currently on our fridge:
farewell vile codpiece death
methinks I would poison thee
perchance I will bestow a butterfly
of loathsome garden to your lordship
with vehemence and tormentsI like that silly melancholy glow
be merry fairy owls
for discontent doth belch
pig out good fortune
I grow silent lovely and lazy
thence a peasant must make some joyfull jest
his hat hast heart hence her haste
the whispering winter went walking wantonly
he flew the happy foul fat fed perilous flower.
I think my favorite is 'his hat', I like them all though.
UPDATE:I corrected some typos and missing words.
"methinks I would poison thee"
ReplyDeleteI laughed quite a lot when I read this. And I am at work. This is not good.
Also, "be merry, fairy owls". Actually just about ANY sentence is funny once one uses the word "owl". Somewhere I read that the funniest word in English is "owl-flavored".
The alliterative ones are great, too - methinks you need to work on some triolets.
And I ought to mention that these (especially when taken all together) are akin to the newVough poem form I call "modery poetry" - one of these days perhaps I will post some of them. They are quite funny.
Thanks for making me laugh!
OK, here's one for you:
ReplyDeleteMethinks I would poison thee -
Farewell vile codpiece death.
(Not water-drinking, you and me,)
Methinks I would poison thee -
(We play magnetic poetry,
Nor Shakespeare better saith!)
Methinks I would poison thee -
Farewell vile codpiece death.
Gus and I did this one - another owl one...
ReplyDeletea mannerly little owl
perchance doth dream about a foul
dinosaur always wantonly
measuring poisons for the cow