The One Line Poem Game (1-50 Words) Showing 351-400 of 5,070

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

They trysted all twisted for hours and hours,

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

Monsieur Dominique said, "merde alors!"

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

But Two Shoes and Ronnie kept sucking face,

[Roger]

like two vampire bats, till their faces were like lace

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

In such a way love embarks,

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

With a face full of bites, toothmarks.

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

Sammy and Johnny where much the same,

[Roger]

And like Billy Two Shoes and Ronnie, totally game.

[Preston, Moderator]

The reader and Ronnie then became amorous,

[Roger]

And each in their eyes, so glamorous

[Preston, Moderator]

We must shield you from the X rated scenes,

[Preston, Moderator]

To preserve the virtue of your homeotic genes.

[Preston, Moderator]

Nevertheless you can imagine bodies inwove,

[Roger]

twining and winding in love's warm grove.

[Preston, Moderator]

Their flesh lit by moonbeams from heaven above,

[Roger]

and searing red from the light of Mars

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

and headlights of the passing cars.

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

Sammy and Johnny whipped up their passion,

[Preston, Moderator]

freeing their hearts with manumission.

[Roger]

and the frantic whirr from the passing cars' transmission

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

I see we've a new poet from the Traffic Commission

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

Hoping to make whirring cars his new mission.

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

He certainly has a lot of a lot of ambition...

[Roger]

And he's an enormous fan of blank verse:

[Roger]

"_______________________________________ nurse"

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

Then he tries to make it all worse,
Sometimes I think our poem has a curse.

[Roger]

All the words jumbled up and dumped in a hearse
Nothing more than a sow's ear made into a purse.

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

Such a pretty purse it be too,

[Roger]

And we're back to a single line, the noo. [Scottish vernacular, the noo]

[Preston, Moderator]

Billy Twa Shoes twas a minstrel in the court,

[Roger]

for Robbie The Loose Cannon he fought.

[Preston, Moderator]

Banging his tabor and blowing his sackbut,

[Roger]

Dancing wild in Reels and kicking heels like a stag in rut.

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

(Listen to a bladder pipe at: http://www.music.iastate.edu/antiqua/...
Listen to a lizard at: http://www.music.iastate.edu/antiqua/... )

He even played the bladder pipe and the lizard,

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

Enchanting the pretty boys he was such a wizard.

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

They gazed at him with love in their eyes,

[Preston, Moderator]

He just held on to his instrument, ignoring the guys.

[Preston, Moderator]

It was time for the merry minstrel to travel on,

[Roger]

Boyd wrote: "(Listen to a bladder pipe at: http://www.music.iastate.edu/antiqua/...
Listen to a lizard at: http://www.music.iastate.edu/antiqua/... )..." Beautiful, Boyd, I had no idea you played an instrument!

He was just a lone man and alone with a gun.

[Preston, Moderator]

nobody to shoot, that's no fun.




[Boyd's bladder and lizard are kid's stuff. I play a shawm. http://www.music.iastate.edu/antiqua/... ]
And here's me on the pipe with tabor http://www.music.iastate.edu/antiqua/... ]

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

It was no ordinary gun. It was a strange new gun that instead of bullets shot...

[Roger]

[I had the feeling your shawm was a wee bit flat, Preston, but your embouchure is to die for…]

…loads of love pellets in urgent streams, just as much as you've got.

[Preston, Moderator]

[yeah a lot of guys have told me that my embouchure is to die for, usually the morning after though.]

Hmmm, we mean an updated version of Cupid's arrow. The victim falls in love immediately upon being shot but dies tragically from the wound soon thereafter. It is seldom used except in updated versions of A Midsummer Night's Dream done gangland style.

[Roger]

As does Eros in the Circus of Piccadilly

[Roger]

Fire his arrows of desire at willy-nilly

[Roger]

And thus emblaze the hearts of the many

[Preston, Moderator]

But not the co-mod from Albany.

[Roger]

Alas, a poor aim, Eros the heart of Albany missed

[Preston, Moderator]

Anteros hit the mark and Duke of Albany got kissed.

[Preston, Moderator]

And who was this suitor? The Duke of York.