The Two Line Poem Game (no word limit) Showing 1,701-1,750 of 2,504

[Roger]

Someone kept in your heart
Means you're never really apart.

[Preston, Moderator]

Neither am I very smart
for my two line poem was broke apart.

[Roger]

Surely for a moderator it's really no pain
To put them back together again?

[Roger]

I thought you were the Group god,
That's why you made yourself the Mod.

[Preston, Moderator]

Nay I am no god nor wiz,
This is the money is.

[Preston, Moderator]

If you want to make the big money,
Make yourself a Mod like me.

[Preston, Moderator]

So if your goal is cash accumulator,
Buy my book How to be a Moderator.

[Preston, Moderator]

It's only $29.95
to keep your golden deams alive.

[Roger]

I'm no good with books on self-help,
After a chapter they make me yelp.

[Roger]

That's the problem with the I-Ching,
It always stops you doing your thing.

[Roger]

For me it's something of a foible,
To get it all from the wholly Boible.

[Preston, Moderator]

Poems hat rhyme
take up too much time.

[Preston, Moderator]

I'd rather they be terse,
and use free verse.

[Preston, Moderator]

Nevertheless rhyming's the rules,
So I go along with rule making fools.

[Roger]

That's right, we need rules to avoid disgrace,
To keep us straight and narrow and out of chaos.

[Roger]

But sometimes bent
Is the way we went!

[Preston, Moderator]

you must bend for heaven's sake,
Else you might break.

[Preston, Moderator]

You must flow like a stream,
to ever reach your dream

[Preston, Moderator]

You must crack like an egg,
If you keep biting my leg.

[Roger]

You have to reach for the stars
In order to reach up to Mars.

[Roger]

But nothing under heaven is as much fun
As firing the rocket and going for the sun.

[Preston, Moderator]

I'll tell you something that I learnt,
going to the sun will get you burnt.

[Preston, Moderator]

If you want to be safe it is wise,
to stay on earth don't go in the skies.

[Preston, Moderator]

But if you insist that space is for you,
I'll stay here with Oli and eat his fondue.

[Roger]

Ha ha ha, that would be a fine wheeze,
On the moon, I'll have all the cheese.

[Roger]

Up there, amid the craters, I'll hum a cadenza
Imagining you and Oli eating all the polenta.

[Roger]

In the unshielded sun I'll be all toasty,
Eating fried egg and cheese on rösti.

[Preston, Moderator]

You can't go to the moon,
It would be inopportune.

[Preston, Moderator]

Since you need to procure,
Jonathan's brochure.

[Preston, Moderator]

Then you must absolutely,
return to Capris.

[Roger]

This is all completely true,
For I'm a writer of great virtue.

[Roger]

I'm not Kean by name, keen by nature
For sitting around producing vapor,

[Roger]

Leastways, that's what I always think…
But what do I know—I know nuffink. :-)

[Preston, Moderator]

Oh this is funny,
He's talking brummy.

[Preston, Moderator]

I say ats wot I fink
that or he's gone back to drink.

[Roger]

It's true, but when I need cheer
I certainly don't take to beer.

[Roger]

No, I much prefer a teeny, eeny, weeny
Well shaken up over ice dry martini.

[Preston, Moderator]

That would be very odd
But I'll give it a passing nod.

[Preston, Moderator]

and when these teeny weenies need to be recycled,
I take it you returned greenly so it was tiny teeny bicycled?

[Preston, Moderator]

And how do you get this miniature beer martini?
I bet you have to know a teen, eeny, weeny, little beer genie.

[Roger]

The thought of a dry martini-beer makes me go pale
Eve if it's made with a very light and pale ale.

[Roger]

I'll check out the beer genie of the Charlton Arms
And see what he can do with the gents and all their ma'ams.

[Roger]

We'll sit by the window bathed in the gleam
Of the rushing water below in the River Teme.

[Preston, Moderator]

So today you went to have communion
With Old Cholmeleians at the reunion.

[Preston, Moderator]

I hope you found it meritorious,
to play instead of guiding Rufius.

[Preston, Moderator]

While you wander so carefree
who will write the Satyr of Capris?

[Preston, Moderator]

While you wallow in Highgate vainglory,
Quintus could be doing something gory.

[Preston, Moderator]

So much inspiration will be lost,
While you tire and exhaust.

[Preston, Moderator]

While sleep deprived you will write,
a story that will thrill and delight.

[Preston, Moderator]

And now Oli will be set,
to fly anywhere on any jet.