The Two Line Poem Game (no word limit) Showing 501-550 of 2,504

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

Then Christmas was over and Santa was gone,
With no stink on the rink they skated 'til dawn.

[Prashamsa]

Now that your Christmas is finally over,
I hope you people will try and stay sober.

[Roger]

Speak for yourself, we have eaten with restraint
And drunk so little I now feel quite faint.

[Prashamsa]

So there you were playing your drum,
Merrily singing while drinking rum.

[Preston, Moderator]

I beg your pardon I don't drink
anything but the but the drink at this link.
http://www.poweradegb.com/powerade/ze...

[Prashamsa]

You are telling me that Powerade zero,
Basically makes the drinker a hero?

[Roger]

A hero like Frank Hardup under his spreading stetson?
Is this how you see yourself, co-moderator Preston?

[Preston, Moderator]

It's quite plain to see if you just stop to think,
All that I said was that's what I drink.

[Roger]

Festering hovverflies, Ratman, the man is self-made
Because each day he drains a can of blistering Powerade.

[Prashamsa]

They've said that Red Bull gives you wings to fly,
How can a power drink company be that sly!

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

I've never seen a red bull and don't think I'll ever see one,
But I can tell you anyhow I'd rather see than be one.



[apologies to Ogden Nash]

[Roger]

[apologies accepted…

"There is something about a Martini,
A tingle remarkably pleasant;
A yellow, a mellow Martini;
I wish I had one at present.
There is something about a Martini,
Ere the dining and dancing begin,
And to tell you the truth,
It is not the vermouth--
I think that perhaps it's the gin."

Now to the serious stuff

Once upon a time there was a little white bull
Very sad, because he was a little white bull…

[apologies to Lionel Bart & Michael Pratt]

[Prashamsa]

The white was not sad because he was a white bull,
He was sad because he has a shitload of stuff to pull.

[Preston, Moderator]

While the Red Bulls had wings and flew,
The white bull had only hard work to do.

[Roger]

Work hard he did, the best little bull in Spain,
He worked day and night through sun and rain.

[Preston, Moderator]

But White Bull knew this wasn't right
and so he vowed to put up a fight.

[Prashamsa]

The Red Bull went to Red Bull to ask for help,
But Red bull hit him and he gave a cry of yelp

[Roger]

White Bull thought Red Bull must be bipolar
Hitting himself like that and snapping a molar.

[Preston, Moderator]

You two must be giving my leg a pull,
Either that or you're both full of bull.

[Prashamsa]

Why be normal when there is crazy,
All this talk is making me a little hazy.

[Roger]

At the door Cowboy Jimmy John said, "Hold on Billy Bob,
In the bull rush they've forgotten us," as he reached for the knob.

[Preston, Moderator]

Billy Bob was looking in the underbrushes,
Say'n you know they found Moses in the Bull rushes.

[Roger]

A fully grown Chuck "Legs" Heston was he,
Who rent asunder the poor old Red Sea.

[Prashamsa]

Billy found himself a roast beef to eat,
when he saw Chuck coming down the street.

[Roger]

Sweeping all before him with his staff and robe,
Mighty and terrifying, Chuck amid his CGI strobe.

[Preston, Moderator]

The sight of the man made Billy's belly ache,
and then he thought, I have a Chuck steak.

[Roger]

The lord of all he surveyed, strode forth the mighty Egyptian Moses,
Took Billy by the leg, chucked his steak, and covered him in roses.

[Preston, Moderator]

Moses smote the rock with his staff,
And cursed "Oh drat another sclaff."

[Preston, Moderator]

Billy said, "Moe, I'm no baddie."
"Let me go and I'll be your caddy."

[Roger]

"Okay," said Moses to Billy, "give me a 7 iron and bend your knee,
the Lord tells me to strike hard, it's a par five across the Red Sea.

[Preston, Moderator]

Perhaps a wood would make the sea part,.
Then we could cross in this comfy golf cart.

[Roger]

Billy gave him wood and Moses bent his thews,
struck the ground and opened the sea to St. Andrews.

[Preston, Moderator]

Look at all those sand traps and water,
Cross over here? I don't think we oughter.

[Preston, Moderator]

No crossing here would be a fools errand,
There aren't any bagpipes in the Promised Land.

[Roger]

Wandering around for 40 years isn't funny
To reach the land where it's all milk and honey.

[Preston, Moderator]

But finally they reached the hallowed soil,
The one spot in the region that has no oil.

[Roger]

To find so little food they'd soon all suffer bulimia.
"Tis no good," quoth Billy, "we'll go invade old Syria."

[Preston, Moderator]

Moses spake don't care if my stomach is empty or full,
I'm not going to suffer by eating a bull.

[Roger]

No, no, that's over in Knossos, where they jump,
young boys, tight over the bull's extensive rump.

[Preston, Moderator]

Young boys are often tight,
But a bull for a bed just isn't right.

[Preston, Moderator]

This upset the bulls sense of propriety,
And caused Knossos to gain notoriety.

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

Then Moses threw his tablets in the dirt,
'n said "Thou shall not bullshirt"

[Roger]

He waved his staff in the air, and cried "Makrame!"
And his Lord wiped out Knossos with a great tsunami.

[Preston, Moderator]

But Knossos fought back buckets made of origami,
While eating his Lord's marvelous salami.

[Roger]

Then Moses cried out, "This Land is mine,
so get ye hence from here, hairy Philistine."

[Preston, Moderator]

Silly man with a stick you let your people go
But their land of milk and honey was a no-show.

[Roger]

And the Philly-steins rose up from their bogs
to hurl down on Moses a plague of frogs.

[Preston, Moderator]

But Moses wriggled his toeses
and cured them of their combat neurosis.

[Roger]

Moses supposes his toeses are Roses,
But Moses supposes erroneously,

[Roger]

Moses he knowses his toeses aren't roses,
As Moses supposes his toeses to be!

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