Some Friday morning doggerel for you:
Of odd spellings and sounds, he'd enough—
Duane complained, they were all very tough.
Said his teacher, Ms. Proulx,
"That's enough; you are through."
Said Duane: "Don't you mean that I'm thruff?"
Writing blog for david·mayeux: fragments of novels that will never be written, poems that should never see the light of a computer monitor, thoughts & links about reading & writing.
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