Tyger, Tyger, burning brite
In the forests of the nite
If I coulde, I would smite
The git that set the woods alite.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Wochoolukinat?!
- The Lesser Weevil
- Maiden-Under-Pressure, Wiltshire, United Kingdom
- Sad, ditsy old fart. Completely Barmy - Yes, I am dumber than a box of dandruff; my belt doesn't go through all the loops; the cheese slid off my cracker; the wheel is spinning but the Hamster's dead. I am living proof that evolution CAN work backwards. AND I have multiplied (Mwahahaha!) - 3 children, 3 grand-children, Pickled bunion, moustache, and a pickled egg (no - sorry - I ate that one - s'pose I'll have to lay another now). For further details, please fax me, but don't forget to affix a stamp. Was female last time I looked (but it wasn't nice, so I looked away again).
Winner of The Privileged Weevil Award 2009
I won! I won! I won! I won! ... And I'm not even posh! Thanks to the Trebollocks Literary Council who made this award for my services to education in the subject of dickie car-dealers and public health officials.
FABULOUS BLOG AWARD
Thanks to Professor A.B. Yaffle Esq. who recognised my undoubted achievements not as a poet of any wit, but for the widely known fact that I am a fully fledged nutter.
Freakin Fabulous Blog Award
With many thanks to Clare (aka Daisy Darling) for not noticing that my shirt isn't always tucked in
Pretty cool poem :)
ReplyDeleteThank you! Haven't seen your name on my blog before. If you're just surfing, have a look at some of the other blogs that I follow. If you like a good laugh, there are some very good ones. Hope you enjoy them.
ReplyDeleteShort and sweet, dear Weev. I think it would be mild punishment for such a crime.
ReplyDeleteYou are one sick puppy...love it! x
ReplyDelete