No. 30 - Checking in on pals.

[spo0kshow_baby]

Ride away, ride away,
Johnny shall ride,
And he shall have pussy-cat
Tied to one side;
And he shall have little dog
Tied to the other,
And Johnny shall ride
To see his grandmother.

Comments

[alcoholit]

POETRY. This place has everything!

[spo0kshow_baby]

I lean more toward the nursery rhyme side. Does it cater to your fancy?

[alcoholit]

I prefer proper poems, but poetry's poetry, right?

[spo0kshow_baby]

Righto! I don't have the utmost pleasure of knowing you yet, what do they call you?

[alcoholit]

Bernard Black. You are, poet-thingie-writer?

Only the m is legibile in the otherwise non-legibile scribbles.

[spo0kshow_baby]

Bernard Black. Have to think of a nickname. Murd- Baby. Baby Firefly.

[alcoholit]

I'm normally the one who hands out nicknames. Baby? That's just asking for trouble.

[spo0kshow_baby]

Nice to know someone shares a love for labeling.

Maybe I am trouble.

[alcoholit]

Right, of course.

[spo0kshow_baby]

Warden or Inmate?

[alcoholit]

Warden! I'm great like that.

[spo0kshow_baby]

You able to back that one up, Bernard?

[alcoholit]

Never saw the need to before.

[spo0kshow_baby]

Well, I'm asking you to now.

[alcoholit]

And I'm turning you down.

[spo0kshow_baby]

Shame on you, Black.