The One Line Poem Game (1-50 Words) Showing 51-100 of 5,070

[Lori S.]

I thought I would get quite far ...

[Ajax1978]

But then I met Joan Crawford

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

Got replaced by an avatar.

[Roger]

got drunk in a Hollywood bar.

[Preston, Moderator]

Joan Crawford said "Ajax your my honey.'

[Roger]

And I'm not even asking for money.

[Preston, Moderator]

Ajax said when it comes you baby boo,
I think I going straight-for-you.

[Roger]

Baby Boo says, "Ajax it's only one line…
Now I'm going to whine and whine and whine

[Roger]

And what you wrote above is a couplet

[Preston, Moderator]

you can't rhyme a couplet with a couplet? It could be a response couplet with, iI don't know, Crawford with Peter Lawford?

[Preston, Moderator]

Suddenly a 50 foot Chicken,

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

made everyone horror stricken.

[Lori S.]

Bearing Joan Crawford's face

[Preston, Moderator]

Let's get out of this place!

[Ajax1978]

But I just bought all these wire hangers!

[Lori S.]

Cried the fan. The chicken loomed in anger.

[Preston, Moderator]

You can stay, but I'm running away,

[Roger]

cos the big chicken's about to lay

[Preston, Moderator]

an egg and sit on it and us (ugh!)

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

Get out! She''ll squish us like a bug.

[Roger]

and nothing's as snug as under a rug.

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

So they got out.

[Lori S.]

But there was a great shout

[Roger]

And out came rolling the giant egg

[Lori S.]

Which the chicken cracked with her leg

[Preston, Moderator]

"What are you doing in that yolk?"

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

"Can't you tell it's the backstroke?"

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

But spent my days in the nearest bar.

[Ajax1978]

Counting all the pickled eggs in the big jar.
(It was THAT kinda bar)

[Preston, Moderator]

They also had pigs feet,

[Roger]

and roasted almonds wrapped in meat.

[Roger]

The bar boasted a poet who spoke in his poetic role:

[Roger]

"Feather-footed through the plashy fen passes the questing vole…"

[Preston, Moderator]

But the poet was a blow hole,

[Roger]

And that set him in a deep retreat

[Ajax1978]

to the South Island of New Zealand to tend sheep

[Roger]

roamin' around the feet of old Gandalf

[Preston, Moderator]

while he was playing miniature golf.

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

I stay in the bar, can't act any more,

[Preston, Moderator]

Proving his point he passed out on the floor.

[Roger]

Joan Crawford's face rose up in all reason

[Roger]

and powdered her face with flour to season

[Ajax1978]

"Hey!" I said, "that flour's for the chicken!"

[Preston, Moderator]

"and to make the gravy thicken."

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

She just brandished a wire coat hanger,

[Lori S.]

"Use corn starch!" she yelled in anger

[Ajax1978]

No good Southerner uses corn starch in gravy

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

They only do that in the Navy.

[Lori S.]

"Lumps galore with flour," she responded plainly

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

(Not if you make a roux of butter and flour then slowly add the flour and juices.)

He said the flour was for your face. She eyed him vainly.