She had a way with words.
"Away with words," she said,
and away they went.
"Let us communicate by gesture,"
she mimed.
"Look! This gesture
rhymes with this one."
Later she mastered
the language
of smiles.
She had a joke too:
"Words are just curds," she whistled.
"There is no whey with them."
A Way With Words
Posted by AlbertF on October 2, 2009 - 08:33
Comments
Ewan | October 2, 2009 - 12:54
Hmm... you are right. Poetry is very dangerous: we'd better faberize this immediately. Fabers set to stun.
Miss_D_Meaner | October 2, 2009 - 21:40
Enjoyable...clever...;)