Camembert Clerihew
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Mr. Queasy, the fish.
If only he could have a wish…
to polish drafts, just a few
in lieu of a measly clerihew.
Mr. Queasy, the fish.
kvetch, pondering, et al… a repository.
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quot homines tot sententiae
elshazamerie on Viva la Revolución ringo on tempus fugit Flowers for the aest… on Flowers for the aesthete 
mittens on tempus fugit 
Mr. Queasy on tempus fugit
Wednesday, October 31, 2007 at 9:48 pm
Tee-hee, Monsieur Queasy,
do not yet be uneasy.
Pursuing stale thoughts will only have you stop dead,
let’s have some rounds of flimsy clerihew instead.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007 at 10:00 pm
Very well, my dear Mittens,
your eagerness a playful kitten’s,
let us have quaint and many verses of capricious clerihew.
From nonsensical to whimsical and paradoxical, to name a few.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007 at 10:28 pm
Always effusive, Oscar Wilde
Sighed into a wreathful of flowers and smiled.
There are no better companions
than barbed wit and trembling geraniums.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007 at 11:06 pm
Remember a bloke named Seuss Geisel?
Oh no, he did not write about a weasel,
but instead about the antics of a rather cheerful cat.
Have a guess? Of course, it was The Cat In The Hat!