The One Line Poem Game (1-50 Words) Showing 1,151-1,200 of 5,070

[Preston, Moderator]

The rope you use for a belt broke and your pants fell down.

[Preston, Moderator]

Why there's a doctor healing the plague bucolic,

[Roger]

By playing the lute, mandore and gittern, all quite heterophonic.

[Preston, Moderator]

Where will all our bucollia go?

[Roger]

O where have all the bucollics gone, Oh…

[Roger]

Gone to Buchollia, every one.

[Preston, Moderator]

Bull, Stag, Edward, Owen, Owl, Angel and Bob tried valiantly to save the last microbe of bucolic rural pastoral lifetime happiness but curses! It was too late to save our little cottage on the hill overlooking the fields of plenty.

Rod B. stepped forward and summed it up. "Wow that sucked."

[Roger]

True too—they were royally f****d.

[Preston, Moderator]

Well it's back to the real Everwending world. Pastoral peace is boring anyway. At least we have each other. Right guys? Bull said nothing. Edward politely said answered affirmatively. Owen held his head in his hands and mumbled. Angel said "Look on the sunny side!" Bob went off to build something. Owl. Owl?

Owl lay smoking a cigarette and looking way too satisfied and said, "Oh man I never thought THYP would go for a guy like me but fellows, I've been royally *uc*ed"

[Preston, Moderator]

-=WE NOW RETURN TO THE ONE LINE POEM=-

[Preston, Moderator]

The covers stirred, Willoby awakened,

[Preston, Moderator]

Another one-night stand, bed forsakened.

[Preston, Moderator]

True love is cheap if you can afford it,

[Preston, Moderator]

But Willowby's love life needed an audit.

[Preston, Moderator]

Credits — he gets a whole quid for trying.

[Preston, Moderator]

Debits — he had more expenses than the dying.

[Preston, Moderator]

Let there be light he opened the shade,

[Preston, Moderator]

In came the gloom as the morning decayed.

[Preston, Moderator]

Willoby the hopeful said with élan,

[Preston, Moderator]

Today's the day I get my perfect man.

[Roger]

"Oh man," said the perfect man, "that's too moving,

[Roger]

I walk through the door and instantly we're grooving."

[Hey, Preston Wordsworth Keats, that was totally Shelley…]

[Preston, Moderator]

Hey boys Wiloby boys, right? How's tricks bud? As you can see I am the Perfect Man. Say, where can a guy get some nice pussy around here? Did you see the kabonzas on that broad? She must be a bit top heavy. Harr, har!

[Roger]

The Perfect Man's outta the frame,

[Roger]

For the One Line Poem Game,

[Roger]

But if pussy's what he's chasing

[Roger]

This should get his heart a-racing*

*https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LSG_w...

[Preston, Moderator]

Hail the conquering hero!

[Preston, Moderator]

Losers get a big fat zero.

[Preston, Moderator]

Dogs are perfect just like men,

[Roger]

Run around, cockerel after a hen.

[Preston, Moderator]

We put the cockerel on the weather vane,

[Roger]

And it spun around in vain

[Roger]

Looking in every direction for a cardinal

[Preston, Moderator]

But the only I found was not matutinal

[Preston, Moderator]

And a cock that crows in the morning,

[Roger]

Is in the pot come evening…such mourning.

[Roger]

But it's tasty with a bit of sage-and-onion stuffing

[Preston, Moderator]

CORRECTION

And to think I though you were bluffing

[Preston, Moderator]

With the sunrises I'm cock-a-doodle-crowing,

[Roger]

Such a big lad, and still growing.

[Preston, Moderator]

Here's a tip so he'll stay smaller,

[Preston, Moderator]

Don't feed him and he'll grow no taller.

[Preston, Moderator]

Cock Feeder noted that as Cock Feeder it was his job,

[Roger]

To feed his Cock and not its food should he rob,

[Roger]

As Cock Feeder to feed it and make it grow big.

[Preston, Moderator]

He big boy come feed on this fig.

[Preston, Moderator]

Eat like a pig not like a pecker,

[Preston, Moderator]

Grow as big as Chubby Checker.

[Preston, Moderator]

Food my fat friend is so bioaccumulating,