Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

Robin Hood snored on the arm of Maid Marian
His breath was a-tremble with the stale whiff of carrion
He’d quaffed many ales and feasted on venison
Now his good lady’s eyes were ever so menacin'

Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

Pity the weak will of Lord Arthur Jennison
Who ate an extra plate of roast-gravy venison
It gave him a relapse of a bout of gout
Now there are odds on when they'll carry him out