Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

I once knew a bloke who called himself Terry
He bought a new car that was painted like a cherry
We thought he was jokin' (he had to be trickin')
But he told us to relax - it was ripe for the pickin'

Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

I once knew a bloke who called himself Terry
He bought a new car that was painted like a cherry
We thought he was jokin' (he had to be trickin')
But he told us to relax - it was ripe for the pickin'