Tag Archives: Really Awful Rhyme

No Dis-Appointment; More Raidy-Ho; Queen Dethroned.


Today another ‘-ologist’ was added to the score, This one an ‘uncle-ogist’* (raid he ate shin) you see, My count on tests is, yet again, result not to deplore — He said that I am doing well to quite a … Continue reading

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Broken Radio Transmitter


  It is my daily fate For radio a date: Was phoned to say. ‘It’s bust today, So hurry up and wait.’ My fury won’t abate, There I was at the gate, But locked again And can’t complain, But hurry … Continue reading

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Double Wordle Non- and Little-sense


              1) Absolute Nonsense Sham lift you spray at dawn, Then shimmy down to wrap; Fit choke, call shell on lawn; In corner, scar in gap. 2) Unsuccessful Car Repairs Fit  sham part you … Continue reading

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Hop and Skip!


              For rubble and for refuse we Now have, and give, a skip For it is being gathered, see, To take it to the tip! And Gazu, on his day with us Already piled … Continue reading

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Gala Appointments and Occasions


If I were not ill already, It occurs to me, you know, That events do go on steady Guaranteed to make me so. Take today: patiently waiting, So that patient I could be, But to find a waiting rating Just … Continue reading

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Another Day Another Equine Expectoration . . .


          (. . . Horse Spittal.) I was at my Board Meeting when I received a phone call,  then I had to go to Parklands at some speed, They said, ‘You know that little scan? Well, … Continue reading

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Health Exploded in Rhyme.


Should I leave out my health report? Well, as to that, let me retort That matters of this sort I cannot just abort, Or posts will come to naught. Though I have suffered tests galore Todays exams will lead to … Continue reading

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