Saturday, November 25, 2006

A Half a Pound of Tuppany Rice, a Half a Pound of Treacle

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7 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

This is exACKLY what I was talking about on Mrs. Weirsdos blog!!!!! I can think of lot's of rime's for block, why cant you????

Friday, December 01, 2006 4:28:00 AM  
Blogger Hobbes said...

I apologize for Pansi. I believe you've written a real blockbuster of a poem.

Friday, December 01, 2006 4:29:00 AM  
Blogger Hobbes said...

I hope your block goes away soon!

Friday, December 15, 2006 5:27:00 AM  
Blogger Hobbes said...

Snap out of it already!

Monday, January 08, 2007 9:26:00 PM  
Blogger Pneumonica said...

Bitter vox on the palm.

Monday, January 08, 2007 9:31:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Think outside the block

Sunday, January 21, 2007 4:22:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Half a pound of tuppany rice, half a pound of treacle, that's the way the money goes, POP goes the weasel.

half a pound of heroine, half a pound of treacle, that's the way the story goes, out comes the evil.

Wednesday, February 28, 2007 10:51:00 AM  

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