The One Line Poem Game (1-50 Words) Showing 101-150 of 5,070

[Roger]

When to all surprise in walked Jamie Oliver

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

Suffering from cirrhosis of the liver.

[Roger]

No, that was famous crying Gazza

[Preston, Moderator]

Where there's a giant chicken there's a giant rooster,

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

Getting together's a big morale booster.

[Roger]

Too true; across the river there is a boy

[Preston, Moderator]

He was cute like Ken doll he was a boy toy.

[Roger]

A typo, no? for Boyd Toy of hair so curly…

[Preston, Moderator]

with a face so sweet and a body so burly.

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

It's more from the genes than from the gym,

[Ajax1978]

I always roll my eyes at people like him.

[Roger]

There is abroad a nameless prince

[Roger]

There is abroad a nameless prince

[Roger]

There is abroad a nameless prince

[Preston, Moderator]

[I'm certain the Cambridge royalty are going to name him James or Ajax]

Standing beside a flowering quince

[Ajax1978]

[Prince Albert Justin Alexander Xavier.....Ajax for short]

Guaranteed to have thinning hair

[Roger]

And that's just for being there.

[Apologies for the stutter. Not my fault! GR was working this morning UK times and never saved my three attempts to post… at least, that's what is appeared to be]

[Preston, Moderator]

[remember comment 86?]

Meanwhile in New Zealand poetically minding sheep

[Roger]

because they can't raise wheat there to reap

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

But the bar poet turned shepherd had figured out how,

[Roger]

he became George Alexander Cambridge; take a bow.

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

Reincarnation though unpoetic is quite a trick,

[Preston, Moderator]

The thought of the drunken bar poet on the throne makes me sick.

[Lori S.]

Ah, but to go into a pub for a pint

[Roger]

[That's mean, Lori! There are no proper rhyming words to "pint", so it will have to be a look-alike rhyme…:(( ]

and check the barman's belly for lint.

[Preston, Moderator]

There's nothing like stumbling in an alcoholic haze,

[Roger]

almost as bad as those awful school days.

[Preston, Moderator]

Drunken bar poet steals the thrown,

[Roger]

bottle and Prince George downs his own.

[Preston, Moderator]

Oh blisters said what happened to my tot?

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

Catherine said to the drunken sot.

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

What's made the Duchess drink a pint?

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

The sight of Prince George in a tutu en pointe.

[Roger]

[Hmmm, "pint, "pointe", not bad, not bad at all…]

’Twas a vision sent Catherine into a whirl

[Preston, Moderator]

She did swirl and twirl with her little girl.
[er, um, girlie-boy? prince(ss?)]

[Roger]

Upset at the rhyming "girl" Prince George got out of drag

[Preston, Moderator]

But he's so pretty we had to brag.

[Roger]

Until the prating Duchess got caught in a ratchet

[Preston, Moderator]

While leaning over to secure her sandal's latchet.

[Roger]

Which occurred on her way to visit her sister in Datchet

(thought I'd go for a triplet line)

[Lori S.]

Roger wrote: "[That's mean, Lori! There are no proper rhyming words to "pint", so it will have to be a look-alike rhyme…:(( ]

and check the barman's belly for lint."

I'm sorry - really. I did wonder when I wrote that if like orange there were any words which would work ... I should have looked first. Apologies!! :o(

[Lori S.]

Roger wrote: "Which occurred on her way to visit her sister in Datchet

(thought I'd go for a triplet line)"

Where the ancient ghosts of Celtic days

[Preston, Moderator]

see bare spots in the roof and thatch it before it decays.

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

Meanwhile Georgie boy went to town,

[Roger]

after his dad threw him out with a frown

[Preston, Moderator]

He found a spot and bedded down feeling the weight of the British Crown.

[Roger]

Which pressed on his head until he went down

[Preston, Moderator]

and gave the sheep their sleep countdown.

[Roger]

"Why look," cried the manager, "we've made a quintrain!"

[Preston, Moderator]

I felt a little pinch in the forebrain and it also gave me eyestrain.