Thursday, July 16, 2009

Rhyming Haikus, Wrong Number of Syllables

Here's where we chop-chop crops into pops.

Flat-toppin' peaches and tarragon into cash crops of slop.

Be-bop in the sweatshop nonstop nonstop.

Egg in the glop (it's there to test Brix content) goes kerplop.

A cop stops for pops.

(God, that was easy)

Is that snow in the backdrop???

I don't even know what this is, but I like it.

In the workshop, apparently just got off the short-bus stop.

In conclusion, boys and girls.

The exhibit above exceeds, in terms of bop, pop and glop, the following: florist shops, belly flops, glottal stops, hunting crops, the Lindy hop, spinning tops and mutton chops.

But hark, who's that fop in the backdrop?
What's that coming out of his crop?

"Come and get your people's pop!!"

Heed that fine barbaric yawp!

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