The Two Line Poem Game (no word limit) Showing 551-600 of 2,504

[Roger]

Which made Moses wear his genes like Kelly
and Donald O'Connor danced like a right nelly.

[Preston, Moderator]

They thought Moses might be gay,
But it was just Danny Kaye.

[Roger]

In King Arthur's Court he was a Connecticut Yankee
Who tripped over his toeses and cried in his hankie.

[Preston, Moderator]

He made merry with song and dance,
In the hopes of luring the knighted Sir Lawrence.

[Preston, Moderator]

He had a certain amorous preference,
He sought Olivier to bask in his tumescence eloquence.

[Roger]

But of Danny, good Larry was a deal less than certain
So Danny sought a rougher love in the arms of Burton

[Preston, Moderator]

Sir Richard Burton sought the source the Nile,
He traveled the river on the back of a crocodile.

[Preston, Moderator]

He traveled the waters of the Brahmaputra,
And translated the secrets of the Kama Sutra*.

*© 2008 by Tracy Cox

[Prashamsa]

It did not take him long to realize his job was lame,
So he soon went back home with people that were tame

[Roger]

Sir Burton joined the circus as a lion tamer
and delighted the crowds, he was such a flamer.

[Roger]

But the audiences were never so eager
as to sing along with Pete Seeger

[Prashamsa]

So Sir Burton then tired his luck as a joker,
But lost his earnings in a game of poker.

[Preston, Moderator]

In Africa it was awful dark,
so he stumbled onto Mungo Park.

[Preston, Moderator]

He took Mungo for richer or poor,
Burton couldn't resist a fellow explorer.

[Prashamsa]

In Mungo Park he met a girl,
whose eyes shone like a pearl

[Preston, Moderator]

Burton spoke his vows in Mongol Tunguisic,
To Mungo it was as sweet as Water Music.

[Preston, Moderator]

But Burton's jealousy came to a boil,
When Mungo met T. Coraghessan Boyle.

[Preston, Moderator]

The shock of the infidelity was such pain,
Sir Richard went home to England again.

[Preston, Moderator]

He floated back with three men in a tub,
All the the way to the Explorers Club.

[Prashamsa]

Once back in England he met Harry,
Harry had vowed he would never marry.

[Roger]

But Harry's promise was made in vain,
before he knew it in Jolyon's arms he was lain.

[Preston, Moderator]

In other arms he had lain before,
with Richard behind a closed barn door.

[Preston, Moderator]

Everybody knows this scene,
If they read books by Roger Kean.

[Roger]

In the author's head there was a great rushing,
It was the sound of embarrassment; he was blushing.

[Preston, Moderator]

And Roger Kean's a poet too
Roger rhymes his lines times two.

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

Jollyon was a rich boy from the right side of the tracks,
So rich that every morning he ate Kellogg's Sugar Smacks,

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

He was so Jolly he was named Jollyon
Everyday he's say "Keep Calm and Jolly On."

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

One day he met a writer who was really quite Wilde,
The wild man looked at him with eyes that were beguiled.

[Roger]

And in a moment of serenity Jollyon was lost
In the depths of eyes the color of frost.

[Preston, Moderator]

So the Wilde man swept him away into dark alley,
Looking lasciviously at Jollyon saying "whatcha like pally?"

[Roger]

Wilde did as asked, gave Jollyon's hair a ruffle,
Dressed in a fine coat made from prime duffle.

[Preston, Moderator]

"Was it good for you too?" he asked Wilde,
"Of course my boy, you're quite a hairy child."

[Roger]

"I think you'll be a lot more than a bit on the side,
So I hope, my Jollyon, you're along for the ride."

[Preston, Moderator]

Off they went hand in hand picking wild daisies,
The town folk saw the pair and thought "There go the crazies."

[Roger]

Wilde threw contempt to the wind like a stone,
And bought a crazy app he could play on his phone.

[Preston, Moderator]

It played a game of Catch a Sodomite,
Featuring an undercover cop as a catamite.

[Roger]

The first End Of Level Boss said "Begorrah!
You're through, so it's on to Gomorrah!"

[Preston, Moderator]

But just when things got hot his phone rang,
"Hello old chap, you're needed at a gang bang."

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

So sorry officer I cannot go with you to jail,
I just got invited to a gay man's holy grail.

[Roger]

It was a question of which goblet to choose,
Pay attention! Pick wrong and you lose.

[Preston, Moderator]

I've never shopped for a holy grail,
I'd buy the one that was on sale.

[Roger]

[I just edited "wring" for "wrong" – that was a typo, not autocorrect, can't blame that any more :(

But it's not the one made of gold so good,
A carpenter's modest effort, made of wood.

[Preston, Moderator]

Good grief who would want a wooden cup
except a jock who really hard up.

[Roger]

I have to make the case for a cup of timber,
Taking wood keeps a jock supple and limber.

[Preston, Moderator]

Jolly On's protection was good,
He covered his nuts with a block of wood.

[Preston, Moderator]

There was just one little problem should he
happen to sport a hard won woody.

[Roger]

Which also made it harder bumping butts
As it got slapped down long before his nuts.

[Preston, Moderator]

So that's the story of Jolly On's cup,
The balls stay down but the bat stands up!

[Roger]

>laughing too much to carry on…<

[Lori S.]

>oh, dear< «=-D