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Hanging In There (repost)
by Charles E MinshallHe parked his plane in the hangar
And went to his usual hangout.
Hung his coat on a hanger
And hung out with a hangeron
At the hangout where he hung out
And was hungover with a hangover
From the hang out with the hangeron
At the hangout near the hangar. 10/23/2004 Author's Note: Repost
Posted on 10/24/2004
Copyright © 2025 Charles E Minshall
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Mary Ellen Smith on 10/25/04 at 03:27 AM Another one of your great tongue twisters! |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 10/27/04 at 01:42 AM Would we wordy be, if words were woody? Your words not at all woody but wonderfully wiley! Another great tongue twister! |
| Posted by Kate Demeree on 10/27/04 at 02:09 AM *giggle*..... just what the Dr. ordered! Great one Charlie |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 10/28/04 at 03:12 AM You hung about this word so nicely, playing and deriving meaning. |
| Posted by Alex Smyth on 10/28/04 at 04:53 AM Now that was a tongue twister for me! I am forwarding this one to my daughter who works at the airport:o) |
| Posted by David R Spellman on 10/31/04 at 01:50 PM Hilarious! |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 11/23/04 at 06:11 AM Charles, thank you so much. I needed a good laugh about now. I love to fool with words like this, but, my friend, you ARE THE MASTER! |
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