The Two Line Poem Game (no word limit) Showing 901-950 of 2,504

[Roger]

They'll eat and eat whatever they can see,
Only pausing when it's time for a pee.

[Preston, Moderator]

First he ate my Bass Weejun loafer,
The he ate the parlor sofa.

[Preston, Moderator]

I traded him in for a garden gnome,
Before he ate me out of house and home.

[Roger]

Why don't they sell pretty little garden elves?
Always so good at getting up themselves.

[Preston, Moderator]

These creatures get up on their own?
I think I'll stick with a garden gnome.

[Roger]

Why is the "g" of gnome silent when it's not in gnu?
Like the old song: I'm a gnu, spelled g-n-u.

[Roger]

Which had a line made me laugh as child…
"I'm a gnu, a g-nother gnu. Made me wild.

[Preston, Moderator]

I have never never seen a gnu,
If I did I tell it "shooo".

[Preston, Moderator]

If that gnu didn't leave my avenue,
I box him up and send him to you.

[Roger]

Doctor Dolittle talked to his clever gnu,
but preferred the odd pushme-pullyou.

[Roger]

This strange creature was in effect a gnu with a head at either end,
But if either wanted to go its own way, it ended with a fleshy rend.

[Preston, Moderator]

Oh too bad

[Preston, Moderator]

That's very sad

[Preston, Moderator]

It must be very messy

[Preston, Moderator]

And here I am all dressy

[Preston, Moderator]

With a flowery shirt

[Preston, Moderator]

with no speck of dirt

[Roger]

It's so floral and gay it removes any frown
I'll bet a hundred bucks it's from Joe Brown.

[Preston, Moderator]

now I must pout

[Preston, Moderator]

the beast has spilled his guts out.

[Preston, Moderator]

Now I got a bloody spot

[Preston, Moderator]

so my shirt doesn't look so hot.

[Roger]

I must point out, Zeke, you have something wrong,
The poem isn't one but two lines long… :-))

[Preston, Moderator]

Would it be such a strain

[Preston, Moderator]

Would it be such a pain

[Preston, Moderator]

to use your brain like a tether

[Preston, Moderator]

to tie them together.

[Preston, Moderator]

zounds!

[Preston, Moderator]

I hear barking sounds!

[Preston, Moderator]

I've only begun

[Preston, Moderator]

but off I must run.

[Roger]

Oh, very well… if that's how you feel
I'll wind them all up on a reel,

[Roger]

And who know, if you don't feel rejected
I'll put up a screen and get then projected.

[Preston, Moderator]

So forever they'll be on the Internet protected,
The words of Zeke whose poem wasn't rejected.

[Roger]

O Poet Zeke! whose unrejected words make one hark,
To a famous wordsmith whose bite is gentler than his bark.

[Preston, Moderator]

Oh writer Roger who words are always on the mark,
You are so you kind you neither bite or bark.

[Preston, Moderator]

The only stuff better than the meals he cooks,
Is the love he writes into his books.

[Roger]

Thank you for such sweet sentiment,
My words are truly and heartily meant.

[Roger]

At least, I try to make them true,
Whether they turn out pink or blue.

[Preston, Moderator]

And Oli draws such great cartoons
of Rogue making love amid the ruins.

[Preston, Moderator]

And also great cartoons of hunky bike boy,
Having fun on his bike with a boytoy.

[Roger]

Bike Boy's last conquest was an Emo,
So there you go, what do you know?

[Roger]

But more usually it's all rammer-rama
The moment he removes his bandana.

[Preston, Moderator]

He changed into new garb he had to try on,
It was barely there when it came from Amazon.

[Preston, Moderator]

He strutted his stuff out on the big dance floor,
He ::ahem:: "danced" with 12 guys and twice with number four.

[Roger]

Number four thought his partner overdressed
"The not-there-wear," he said, "is definitely stressed."

[Roger]

"But if I take it off, by all eyes I'll be rakéd**
For if I do I'll be completely naked."

** poetic license

[Preston, Moderator]

On no you won't you can use my hanky,
and there won't be any need to thank me.

[Preston, Moderator]

It's a great tradition of Americana,
To dance around in a bandana.

[Roger]

Or nothing more than a carefully low-slung gun belt, see?
Not only is that a gun not in your pocket, you're pleased to see me.