Creeping silent from
her lair – she came to get the
And now she licks her
chops, blinking calmly on the
The first one is my favorite, although a bit cheesy. Lair doesn’t rhyme with camembert when mispronounced. I should write a haiku or two too, but I’ve forgotten how many syllabubs.
I think you’re over egging the pudding, there. Mr G. and it does so rhyme. 5.7.5 And no wind in the cherry blossoms, please.
xxx Gigantic Hugs xxx
I love them. I’ll put one up too.
I don’t know how you’re going to top the pants one
Thank you. But, it’s a very old one. Just nicked it.
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