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Rules: write a short phrase or two that rhymes.
Please nothing vulgar
I’ll start;
If you want advice,
pay a price;
If you give me a book,
I’ll overlook.
Why don’t we just do one line, and then the next person makes a rhyming couplet. Then the next person makes a new line, and so on…like in the Princess Bride!
Nayce. And we should make it into a story. I’ll start.
Getting out of bed one day,
A gust of wind blew me away,
I looked around and felt my head,
Was nearly crushed by a falling bed,
And then I discovered my cat was dead.
(whatever)
They’re driving me around the bend.
I wish that I could live in peace,
They taunt me from their endless sky,
With lightning flash I’ll bring them low,
I’m using a boom-stick, not a bow.
For boom-sticks are far more explodey,
But gravity guns could be implodey
(I tried not to invent a word, but failed.)
Regardless, those geese’re going down,
Gonna put ‘em in a brace and take ‘em to town.
This is starting to sound like a country song,
So let’s drop a beat and hit the bong.
And while I like the taste of beer,
Oh where did everything go wrong?
We must the Frost-like rhymes to fear,
And use German grammar only in song.
GIVE ME JELLY FOR A DIME!
BUT DON’T FORGET TO SPRINKLE IT WITH JUST A PINCH OF GRIME!
What do you mean, you don’t have the time?!
Yo’ shit’s weak, just like your rhyme.
I’m so tired, I can’t sleep.
Count your sheep,
Like Lil’ Bo Peep.
And go to sleep,
In the deep
(end of the pool? I dunno. I lost it.)
Naughty little fly
Why does it cry?
Caught in a web,
It soon will be dead.
Or something like that; the poem’s left my head.
I wish I was in Earthsea, so I could visit Ged.
Ok, enough of the “eds”,
I’m tired of them, and Captain Dread.
So please, let’s move onto
Tropical places, like the Island of Oahu.
Look up, look out,
Look down, don’t shout…
No.
Oh…
I’ll start a new one.
Oh, squiggly line in my eye…
Why is it that you make me cry?
You’re here because of Photoshop…
And now I fear I cannot stop!
My time is going, chop-chop-chop-
And still this picture I must crop,
Before the fall of more raindrops.
Oh, Lunapic, I love you so.
Your usefulness you’ll never know…
You dealt me a mortal blow,
Now I’m out of here, fo’ sho!
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