The One Line Poem Game (1-50 Words) Showing 251-300 of 5,070

[Roger]

Friedrich did guffaw, he could always push Boyd's buttons

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

It seems the Britons are punishment gluttons.

[Roger]

No, no, it's a terrible smear that Brits like BDSM

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

Naw Brits are too hung up on vampirism.


[had a chance to go after your priapism but I didn't want to turn it into a sore subject]

[Roger]

[not open sores, anyway]

It's not our fault that Dracula chose to come here

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

He too found no whim-wham there.

[Roger]

But plenty of wham-bang, thank you ma'am.

[Preston, Moderator]

Dracula went to the M/M readers and writers event in Birminghay.

[Preston, Moderator]

The ladies were't afraid because they know all vampires are gay.

[Roger]

But they had a problem in the powder room – NO MIRRORS!

[Preston, Moderator]

They wrote it off to typographical errors.

[Roger]

Shortsighted! A vamp eyed a tasty jugular

[Preston, Moderator]

It was on certain neck in particular.

[Roger]

Pulsing enticingly just below creamy skin

[Preston, Moderator]

He chomped down and drank it all in.

[Roger]

Spread his cape and took to the air as a bat

[Preston, Moderator]

So éclat like an aristocrat.

[Roger]

Is that, Hans asked, as tasty as a chocolate éclat?

[Roger]

But Mo was not gone—gasp back as a blood sucker

[Roger]

Hans turned around, said: "Mo! me ol' mucker"

[Roger]

As Friedrich watched helplessly, into Hans Mo fastened teeth

[Preston, Moderator]

into Hans neck and sucked underneath.

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

Tasty said Mo, "Did you make it yourself?"

[Preston, Moderator]

Hans said "No I buy off the shelf."

[Roger]

It's the peanut butter crime I like the best.

[Lori S.]

"Well," said Mo, "let's put it to the test!"

[Preston, Moderator]

Do tell how crimes of peanut butter,

[Lori S.]

Cause gossip and everyone to flutter

[Preston, Moderator]

When it comes to peanut butter,

[Preston, Moderator]

It's just like one thing or a nutter.

[Preston, Moderator]

And so there's no room in this rhyme,

[Preston, Moderator]

For peanut butter to be a crime.

[Roger]

Like marmalade made from lime.

[Preston, Moderator]

This too shall pass in time.

[Preston, Moderator]

Now Hans is a vampire thanks to Moe,

[Roger]

He took the blood and lives in woe.

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

he cannot find his blood type O.

[Roger]

But better than AB-negative.

[Preston, Moderator]

None of that common RH-postive which often comes with an artificial additive.

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

He fooled them all that clever mountebank,

[Preston, Moderator]

by becoming president of the blood bank.

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

He sleeps upside-down in a cave,

[Preston, Moderator]

dreaming of the blood he doth crave.

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

but when he's awake

[Roger]

he's worse than a snake

[Preston, Moderator]

and slithers around in his grave.

[Preston, Moderator]

looking for a zombie named Dave.

[Preston, Moderator]

He dances a dance that won't cease.

[Preston, Moderator]

Though his flesh falls a part piece by piece.

[Roger]

Cos that's it, Man, it's the deejay Heat!