The One Line Poem Game (1-50 Words) Showing 4,701-4,750 of 5,070

[Preston, Moderator]

With his handsome good looks and flat belly.

[Preston, Moderator]

I love his smile and deep, dark eyes,

[Preston, Moderator]

He's more beautifuller than any other guys.

[Roger]

Indeed, tis strange, tis not, how deep dark eyes

[Roger]

Make all kinds of fantasies arise

[Roger]

So that many thoughts take flight,

[Roger]

That might better be left to the night.

[Preston, Moderator]

He sits around in 40º Delhi,

[Preston, Moderator]

Drinking iced tea and reading Machiavelli.

[Preston, Moderator]

I sit in my living room and watch the telly,

[Preston, Moderator]

My jeans are ripped and my feet are smelly.

[Roger]

It sounds to me like you need a lift,

[Roger]

I might have some ideas, I'll give them a sift,

[Roger]

But my mind's gone wobbly just like a jelly

[Roger]

That would simply melt in the heat of New Delhi.

[Preston, Moderator]

Wobbly jelly minds are easy to find,

[Preston, Moderator]

You can count on writer to have a jelly jam mind.

[Preston, Moderator]

I know the writer who wrote The Empire books,

[Preston, Moderator]

But he has a brilliant mind and very good looks.

[Preston, Moderator]

If you really want a mind that's turned to jelly,

[Preston, Moderator]

Just find a sitcom writer from the telly.

[Roger]

It's no good but I cannot tell lies,

[Roger]

Im off today to the doctor of eyes.

[Roger]

It's okay, though, I will not feel tense,

[Roger]

He's just giving me a new contact lens

[Roger]

(well, two in fact, that's best…

[Roger]

one for the right and one for the left).

[Preston, Moderator]

Seems to me you are bereft

[Preston, Moderator]

of a poetic line to rhyme with 'left'.

[Preston, Moderator]

Or was it you lost your quest,

[Preston, Moderator]

for an apt rhyme to go with 'best'.

[Roger]

"Best" and "left" sounded similar to me,
That's why I went to make a cup of tea.

[Roger]

I also wanted to bake something rumbelicious,
Something flavorsome and entirely delicious,

[Roger]

But in the end all I got after the bake
Was one more gin and tonic cup cake!

[Bethany]

Adding gin and tonic to your dessert
must taste like alcohol, a cause for alert.

[Bethany]

Or should I say, a cause for alarm?
A drunk filled with cupcakes on a cupcake farm.

[Bethany]

If I was a farmer, I'd plant cupcake seeds
and eat lemon meringue pie with various meads.

[Bethany]

Oh, damn! This is the one-line poem game.

[Bethany]

For my error, I accept the blame.

[Preston, Moderator]

I might have been off with my commentaries,
and I think your cup cake would taste like juniper berries.

[Roger]

Well, instead, seeing as I was feeling bright and gay,

[Roger]

I went and baked a Swiss-style apricot wähe.

[Preston, Moderator]

Ah yes I saw the jpeg picture,

[Preston, Moderator]

It was a dish sure to enrapture.

[Preston, Moderator]

In fact I'm sure a taste would capture,

[Preston, Moderator]

perfect Swiss culinary culture.

[Roger]

It seemed a shame to let it go to waste,

[Roger]

So Oli and I sat down and took a taste.

[Bethany]

I thought it tasted like chocolate chips

[Bethany]

Is that a flavor of the culinary Swiss?