Tuesday, February 18, 2003

Speaking of oldies
From a friend:
When the moon hits your eye
Like a big pizza pie
That's amore.

When an eel bites your hand
And that's not what you planned
That's a moray.

When our habits are strange
And our customs deranged
That's our mores.

When your horse munches straw
And the bales total four
That's some more hay.

When a Japanese knight
Waves his sword in a fight
That's Samurai.

When Othello's poor wife
She gets strangled in strife
That's a Moor, eh?

When your sheep go to graze
In a damp marshy place,
That's a moor, eh?

When your boat comes home fine
And you tied up her line
That's a moor, eh?

When you ace your last test
Like you did all the rest
That's some more A's!

When on Mt. Cook you see
A tall aborigine,
That's a Maori.

A comedian ham
With the name Amsterdam
That's a Morey.

When your chocolate graham
Is so full and so crammed
That's a s'more.

When you've had quite enough
Of this dumb rhyming stuff
That's No more! eh?
Another friend adds
When "Twistin' the Night Away," you find,
Sounds like "Georgia on My Mind,"
That's Sam or Ray.

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