The Two Line Poem Game (no word limit) Showing 101-150 of 2,504

[Roger]

But in Hitler reason did never indulge,
he fell following the Battle of the Bulge

[Roger]

////aside//// Phew, Boyd…!

[Roger]

And there it seems the public muse has failed.
"I've been left alone two days," Roger wailed.

[Preston, Moderator]

Bob and Stan sick of virtuality,
decided to create their own reality.

[Roger]

"I know," said Bob to Stan, "let's together buy a house
get a mortgage, a tabby cat, and a mouse

[Preston, Moderator]

"Oh yes" said Stan, "a mortgage is real."
By the way do you mind if I cop a feel?

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

So off they went to the mortgage broker
With ropes and chains and red hot poker.

[Roger]

He said to Bob and Stan, you'll need to put a sum down
And pay extraordinary interest in order the house to own

[Preston, Moderator]

No offers of the BDSM treats could sway 'em,
In the end all they could do was to pay 'em.

[Roger]

Good heavens said Stan, one of us will need a job
to pay the Bill. With my bad back I vote you, Bob.

[good rhyme, lousy meter, sorry…]

[Preston, Moderator]

Bob can't work said Winnebago,
Did you forget he has lumbago?

[Roger]

Stan's cure for a poorly back:
Get some quality time in the sack

[Preston, Moderator]

And while those two had another go.
Getting a job fell to Winnebago.

[Roger]

Brave man, they paid him piece rate and time
cos Roger thought some other should try the rhyme

[Lori S.]

The house was quite cute, small and neat
Said all who called, finding it sweet

[Preston, Moderator]

And when they had their sexual grunge on,
They went down to their secret dungeon.

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

It's mortgage day it's time to pay,
Or we'll end up living in an alley way.

[Roger]

Bob, Stan, and Winnebago went to town
to see the bank and put a payment down

[Preston, Moderator]

Winne pulled out his first paycheck
Thinking banking was a pain in the neck.

[Roger]

Stan looked on and so did Bob
and decided the bank to rob

[Preston, Moderator]

Bob with his shotgun and Stan with his Glock,
Gave the teller a terrible shock.

[Roger]

"Hand it over," yelled Bob. "Give us the money…"
And the poor teller's make-up went all runny.

[Preston, Moderator]

Put the cash into the bag,
Hurry honey this ain't no gag.

[Roger]

Winnie, said Stan, run for the door that we may
leap in the car and make our speedy get away

[Preston, Moderator]

Now don't you move lady I got this place wired
One false move and you'll have expired.

[Roger]

But right then up came P.C. Plod
who laid about him with his rod.

[Lori S.]

P.C. Plod dragged in these two dumb felons
To the station house, with swollen melons

[Preston, Moderator]

Finally a home that's free,
no mortgage, no rent no entrance fee.

[Lori S.]

Three squares a day and an exercise yard bright
Muscle men, prison guards, and dark cells at night

[Preston, Moderator]

Oh drat oh rats this can't be,
Lori's moved us to one line poetry.

[Roger]

Then, perhaps, it's time for a sonnet.
hook, line, sinker and bonnet?

[Preston, Moderator]

Perhaps the two poems are adrift in time,
So bob and Stan can be in either rhyme.

[Roger]

Which oddly seems to be the case,
their world has become an interlace

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

oh how daunting a poem of 14 lines,
a sonnet has so many stubborn confines.

[Roger]

Better then to stay with two,
And P.C. Plod took the cue

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

He plodded ploddingly armed with a gun,
From the one-line poem to the two-line one.

[Roger]

So passing through the interstice again
brought Plod to Stan’n’Bob in the rain

[Preston, Moderator]

It was raining fish which was a bit disturbing but not quite so much as the rift in rhymes causing history to change. Now Plod was chasing StanBob to give them medals and present them with an award for saving the bank from being robbed and capturing the criminals: Roland and Al. Interstice madness had begun. It would not be too long before everyone went loopy.

[Roger]

Fortunately reason reigned
and sanity was regained…

[Preston, Moderator]

Old Plod he did flip his lid, he done left it behind,
Old Plod he did flip his lid, there was nothing left but the rind.

Ten nine eight seven six five four, three two one and zero,
Countdown Plod we'll see you no more, Old Plod is a hero.

[Roger]

Arm in arm Bob and Stan boogied, ogled, and stared
at hero Plod's statue which showed how well he fared

[Preston, Moderator]

Time after time those two bragged,
How they and Plod had shagged and shagged.

[Roger]

Then with a sigh Bob said, "Come, it's time to move on
all the good times we enjoyed have come and gone

[Preston, Moderator]

And with the statue of Plod they made a bargain,
We'll think of you if we pass this way again.

[Roger]

Down the valley they thundered in a balley-hoo,
Bob and Stan and their four-legged dog called Boo

[Preston, Moderator]

And up the hill on the other side,
They found some camels and they did ride.

[Roger]

Frantic at speed, lieutenant and boy crossed a hill gigantic
to reach the place where they might marry morganatic

[Preston, Moderator]

And wouldn't you know by cracky,
The boy was a long lost friend of Zaki.

[Roger]

I would, I would, I boldly stutter
take the plunge and have a flutter.

[Preston, Moderator]

And on our wedding night please utter,
Those words I long to hear, "use butter."