#5 Or unbeknighted, even. |
Posted by: Betty Jens7100 2020-09-06 23:43 |
#4 In her dull benighted time, Sadly, medieval rhyme Wasn't yet in much demand; Therefore, Ruthie tried her hand, Once or twice, at hootchy-kootchy, Hence that fringy Gothic Gucci And a tat: "Ma Etting fecit. Gotta shake it till I make it!" Plus this other, hard to parse: Dart through heart, heart labeled "Ars." Etc. |
Posted by: Betty Jens7100 2020-09-06 23:41 |
#3 Through the ruined Roman fora Wandered Ruth the trovadora, Singing, strolling, sighing -- hear it? -- Like a funerary spirit. |
Posted by: Betty Jens7100 2020-09-06 23:33 |
#2 Always point the finger away from the trigger. |
Posted by: jpal 2020-09-06 15:07 |
#1 Banjo |
Posted by: M. Murcek 2020-09-06 11:44 |