Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

If you bare your solar plexus
On the streets of Paris, Texas
You’ll be slapped with a fine in double-quick time
Before the town clock has had time to chime

Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

He eagerly filled the parking slot
With his brand-new convertible Lexus
But he felt like he’d really lost the plot
When the bill hit his solar plexus