That is quite the title today. It could be some weird bar joke gone astray. But then at my sea everything is strange, especially with these two fools so far out on the range.
A spirit guide,
With such pride.
It can talk,
Or rather squawk.
Wow, it's a bald headed man.
A flash in the pan.
Drazin the mook,
With the first name, Duke.
That guy is everywhere.
He won't leave my lair.
Even Donkey Kong.
This is so wrong.
A Grammar Nazi too.
Good thing his library can't view.
He may get upset.
That could be a safe bet.
But at least he makes the kids happy.
Unless Grammar makes them sappy.
He even tries his hand at math.
Will the two light hearted fools escape his wrath?
So there you are. Drazin has entered another sand bar. I guess he has a thing for the spirit world. Grammar Nazi's toes may be curled. Not in a good way, if he ever sees this display. He may even get crass. But so fun for my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
Published on February 28, 2014 03:00