Saturday, March 05, 2005

Rhyme Thyme 1

The Duff painted his gate.
Yup you got that right.
He painted it late,
in the middle of the night.

He painted it black,
over the whites.
He did not slack,
after dinner bites.

His father forced him,
in a subtle way.
He just started painting,
in his seat The Duff couldn't stay.

So his arms are now spotty,
with thick black paint.
It actually looks quite gory,
like his skin is nothing but taint.

Give it a day he thinks,
it should all come off.
If not he'd rub it pink,
with something that is rough.

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