Just me being weird again

[chickenfeet]

I rarely versify in my sleep. Still less do I compose gnomic riddles in haiku form; awake or asleep, drunk or sober, yet last night that appears to be what I did for I woke up with the following firmly stuck in my head:

Waiting under bridge
What God rejects he accepts
Scotsmen prefer sheep

I blame f4f3 and blueeyedapple

Comments

[chickenfeet2003.livejournal.com]

Then how do they beard trolls in their lairs?