The One Line Poem Game (1-50 Words) Showing 501-550 of 5,070

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

Crying about his priapism,

[Roger]

Shooting out his jissm schism

[Rich]

and on the wall was such a stain

[Rich]

I swear to God a part of his brain

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

Meanwhile back at the party someone suggested charades,

[Roger]

Donned aviators, eyes to shade

[Preston, Moderator]

Got on their cells and played Angry Birds instead.

[Roger]

Billy Two Shoes went Android and shot a caterpilla dead

[Preston, Moderator]

It was time to go dance at the Top of the Pops

[Roger]

Where all were hot hits and none were flops

[Roger]

Not the snazzy dancers but all the lads

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

Some were sweethearts but most were cads.

[Preston, Moderator]

All dressed up and none were dishabille

[Preston, Moderator]

Except for the ones with Jimmy Seville.

[Preston, Moderator]

Ugly old man with a big cigar,

[Roger]

And a big Rolls-Royce car.

[Preston, Moderator]

Next let's go ride the London Eye,

[Rich]

This looks too high in the sky

[Preston, Moderator]

So far from the safety of the ground.

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

Moving around and around and around.

[Roger]

But it's great for fireworks, a giant catherine wheel.

[Preston, Moderator]

Yes colorful explosives makes it seem surreal.

[Preston, Moderator]

Where to next? Where shall we go?

[Rich]

Look inward for the answers and peace.

[Rich]

Self awareness leads to self acceptance.

[Preston, Moderator]

Great! let's go to the Yin Up Your Yang™ fortune cookie factory.

[Roger]

So, Yin Up Your Yang
(YUYY)

[Roger]

Dashed our happy gang.

[Rich]

At least we went out with a bang.

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

It was a dreadful Sturm und Drang.

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

Still I read my fortune cookie

"Don't trust reality it only a collective hunch"

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

That was the final sucker punch.

[Rich]

Below the belt where it really hurts.

[Rich]

Maybe we got our just desserts.

[Roger]

But that's the way life reverts…

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

Alas, poor Bartholomew Roberts

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

He captured more ships than any pirate ever set his sails,

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

But no one gave him just respect because he came from Wales.

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

When he strutted about the pirates den with his quarterstaff,

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

He hear them spouting consonants and look at him and laugh.

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

Wherever in Pirates Cove he went drinking beers and ales,
He'd hear them shout Siwrne dda! and make fun of Wales.


[Siwrne dda!= bon voyage]

[Roger]

But Welsh Bart was something of a peach

[Roger]

Compared to his contemporary Edward Teach

[Roger]

For never was a man so feared

[Roger]

As black-hearted Blackbeard.

[Rich]

And while at sea he frightened many a whale.

[Preston, Moderator]

He didn't capture as many ships that sail.

[Preston, Moderator]

Bart was richer with much more booty in his grips,

[Preston, Moderator]

for he got the loot from four hundred and seventy ships.

[Preston, Moderator]

But though more accomplished it wasn't the Welshman they feared,