Friday 5: fling, cranberry, winsome, prey, and quacky
She was a winsome young lass named springWho 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.
Labels: Poefusion Friday 5 fling cranberry winsome prey quacky
posted by rel at 4:18 AM
14 Comments:
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.
Almost forgot~ Thanks for the sweet poem at Poefusion. I really enjoyed it. See ya~
love this!!!! you can be so clever!!!!
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 :)
hee hee... poor old codgers!
Hilarious! Cranberry bling has earned an audience!
That is absolutely perfect. Old codgers who spend all their money on flings get what they deserve, right?
now that was a hoot!.... photo is so good... and her name how perfect...
A fun poem, sounds almost like a limmerick. I like the illustration too.
Hehe, Rel, this is brilliant!
Is she related to that girl from Nantucket? ;D
Wonderful. Simply wonderful.
And cranberry bling? Divine.
Pure Remiman!!! Great stuff.
Eliot Spitzer has been very inspiring, No? haha
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