That there have been some times
That my Really Awful Rhymes
Have raised an awful groan
Is truly quite well known
Well, this should come as no surprise
And I will not apologise,
For, from them, groans have been my aim;
And not weak laughs from joking tame.
I also make a point
With things found out of joint,
Such as to say all day
When thought has gone astray:
‘You know;’ well, if so, then why mention,
When, actually, your intention
To impart knowledge not in my possession,
And not extract a spurious confession?
Tonight on TV show
There was a man who’d go
‘You know’, until a brick,
Hurled at him very quick,
Is something that I longed to do,
Or pour hot oil into his shoe
To bring to a halt any resumption
Of any such fatuous assumption.
© Colonialist 2019
One of my pet hates too. 😳
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Yep, right up there with ‘like’ inserted after every second word. 🙂
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Know what you mean
Nutty old bean
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Ek geniet jou versies…altyd goed!
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Ek is bly, en Dankie!
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Lovely to start my Friday with a good chuckle!
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My pleasure to have provided one!
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You know, that sounds violent and threatening . . . don’t you know.
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Quickly, hide! There is someone coming after you with a meat cleaver!
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Do you even own a meat cleaver?
Just in case, I’m investing in chainmail garments.
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. . . you know . .
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Definitely not astray.
Calls for a Hurray.
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Thank you – add a couple of shapely hips?
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Will you pray
for one more sway?
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