Friday, March 28, 2008


Friday 5: fling, cranberry, winsome, prey, and quacky


She was a winsome young lass named spring
Who wore nothing but cranberry bling.
Her prey were old codgers by cracky,
With voices all withered and quacky;
And spent all their cash on a fling.

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14 Comments:

Blogger Michelle Johnson said...

I absolutely loved this poem. Cranberry bling is just too good. I got a good laugh from this one. And, the picture compliments well. Have a great weekend.

8:32 AM  
Blogger Michelle Johnson said...

Almost forgot~ Thanks for the sweet poem at Poefusion. I really enjoyed it. See ya~

8:33 AM  
Blogger paisley said...

love this!!!! you can be so clever!!!!

8:37 AM  
Blogger UL said...

you too..everyone beat me to it...i will attempt soon, but
hey there's a gift awaiting you at my space, hope you will like it :)

8:51 AM  
Blogger jellyhead said...

hee hee... poor old codgers!

8:55 AM  
Blogger tumblewords said...

Hilarious! Cranberry bling has earned an audience!

9:04 AM  
Blogger Churlita said...

That is absolutely perfect. Old codgers who spend all their money on flings get what they deserve, right?

11:18 AM  
Anonymous One More Believer said...

now that was a hoot!.... photo is so good... and her name how perfect...

4:59 PM  
Anonymous Christine said...

A fun poem, sounds almost like a limmerick. I like the illustration too.

5:47 PM  
Blogger Elisabeth said...

Hehe, Rel, this is brilliant!

6:20 PM  
Blogger Catch said...

Is she related to that girl from Nantucket? ;D

3:23 AM  
Blogger Robin said...

Wonderful. Simply wonderful.

And cranberry bling? Divine.

12:13 PM  
Blogger chiefbiscuit said...

Pure Remiman!!! Great stuff.

8:29 PM  
Blogger Lucy said...

Eliot Spitzer has been very inspiring, No? haha

10:43 PM  

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