Seems this is an excuse to photoshop all my old poems.
The Itinerant Toymaker
He ambles through damp brambles,
Throughout the day he rambles,
Eating ample simple samples
Of the plants on which he tramples.
Yet still his belly rumbles
So he stumbles, stops, and fumbles
In his humble sack for apples
Though he grumbles as he grapples
Not with apples or with vittles
But a set of wooden skittles.
From the Rhyming Photoshops challenge. See all 392 entries (closed)
( , Fri 30 Jul 2004, 14:08, archived)
The Itinerant Toymaker
He ambles through damp brambles,
Throughout the day he rambles,
Eating ample simple samples
Of the plants on which he tramples.
Yet still his belly rumbles
So he stumbles, stops, and fumbles
In his humble sack for apples
Though he grumbles as he grapples
Not with apples or with vittles
But a set of wooden skittles.
From the Rhyming Photoshops challenge. See all 392 entries (closed)
( , Fri 30 Jul 2004, 14:08, archived)