Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

Up at the timber mill they’re cutting down on labour
So young Jock Henderson trained at tossing the caber
He wants a gold medal at the Highland Games
To emulate the feat of his grandfather James

Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

My neighbour Doug Taber could toss a huge caber
He made it look easy, with no hint of labour
He was brawny and rugged and he wore his clan’s kilt
With each log he hurled, a new hut was built