ex

late last night up at the local BP, trying to get an Age, we notice a woman foraging in the back of her station wagon, obsessively packing and unpacking things around something that looked suspicously like ... a dead body. Covering up the crime? On the back of the window was one of those yellow signs we read as we drove away.
Ex-Husband On Board.

see also Badfads

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Comments: ex

Or as Lady Archer said of naughty hubby Jeffrey.

"Ex bawd on husband."


Posted by Sedgwick at January 6, 2004 12:15 PM

ex housewife bored
ex romeo snored
ex best friend pawed
moods seed and sawed
extensions floored
niggling gnawed
explosions galored
sawn drawn and stored
explanations flawed
examined the ford
ex husband on board
Posted by boynton at January 6, 2004 05:51 PM

my gawd
i'm totally awed
come into the garden Maude
let's seek out the long lost chord
last seen fleetingly floating down yonder fjord

"Albeit no rhyme
or reason to it,
a man's best friend
is his doggerel."
- W.H. Aud.
Posted by Sedgwick at January 6, 2004 08:17 PM

I've got 3 dogs, so I guess that makes it 12 metrical feet. Or a full sonnet of doggerel when we all go walkin'.

and very envious of your 'fjord' there Mr S.
Was once told by an-eminent-poet that he admired any poem that included the word "kiosk".
Reckon Fjord gives Kiosk a run for its money and would leave said poet slack-jawed.
Posted by boynton at January 6, 2004 08:45 PM

Alternatively three dogs might be two iambic pentameters and a rhyming couplet. Keep them on tight leashes lest they stray into free verse.

"The Dark Lady with Canines." More a painting than a sonnet.
Posted by Sedgwick at January 6, 2004 10:21 PM

"dark lady with canines...." fangs for the memory.

i know, its stolen, but its the best i can do..
Posted by David Tiley at January 7, 2004 04:19 PM