The One Line Poem Game (1-50 Words) Showing 3,701-3,750 of 5,070

[Roger]

And shivering as the pages they turn

[Roger]

Waiting for the moment the zombies burn

[Roger]

And are finally banished to Hell

[Preston, Moderator]

or at least pushed down a well.

[Preston, Moderator]

I'm tired of this undead gore,

[Preston, Moderator]

No rhymes with Zombies anymore.

[Preston, Moderator]

Santa gave me just one gift with I thought mean,

[Preston, Moderator]

Until I saw the return address was Roger Kean!

[Preston, Moderator]

It was a gift from Rog and Oli,

[Preston, Moderator]

That's all I needed to be jolly.

[Preston, Moderator]

I sure hope it's pan forte made by chef Roger,

[Preston, Moderator]

Because he's also a black belt packager.

[Preston, Moderator]

After he takes off his apron

[Preston, Moderator]

He packs it so it'll never open.

[Preston, Moderator]

His packing skills do indeed astound,

[Preston, Moderator]

Pan forte crosses the ocean safe and sound.

[Roger]

A panforte? It seems not enough

[Roger]

For all the goodies and other stuff

[Roger]

Received here, at this here Ridgemount,

[Roger]

An outpouring of gifts like an unending fount.

[Roger]

This Christmas I fear we'll be without holly

[Roger]

From Brimfield, but we'll still be jolly

[Roger]

With a feast about the turkey crown.

[Preston, Moderator]

We'll fill our bellies from morn till sundown.

[Preston, Moderator]

For my feast I made sugar cookies,

[Preston, Moderator]

from a good old recipe made by yankees.

[Preston, Moderator]

When it comes to baking I'm a clown,

[Preston, Moderator]

but they did not burn they came out brown.

[Preston, Moderator]

Still they were but simple cookies,

[Preston, Moderator]

the kind made by simple rookies.

[Preston, Moderator]

The Master Chef made the Christmas entrée,

[Preston, Moderator]

A perfect Ridgemount pan forte.

[Michael]

A gila roast and a duck souflee?

[Roger]

Or roast bull. Yikes and Olé!

[Roger]

So much for the festive Day, now it's Boxing

[Roger]

And believe me we're really rocking

[Roger]

It's blowing a force-eight gale

[Roger]

To ruin the trad fox hunt, though hearty and hale

[Roger]

They're by their steeds in the market square

[Roger]

Ready to mount both stallion and mare,

[Roger]

Dressed in scarlet and black, eager to hunt…

[Preston, Moderator]

I'm afraid their in for a disappointment.

[Preston, Moderator]

Fox hunting is now verbotten

[Preston, Moderator]

It's no longer a sport ye sportsmen.

[Preston, Moderator]

Why not try as game like polo?

[Preston, Moderator]

It's a right fine sport for a right fine fellow.

[Preston, Moderator]

Or you could watch the wee lads horse racing.

[Roger]

What, galloping along and hoping for a placing?

[Roger]

But that leads to gambling something mean

[Roger]

In a sport that's a favorite of the Queen.