The Two Line Poem Game (no word limit) Showing 151-200 of 2,504

[Roger]

The Last use of butter was in Paris for a Tango
When Bertolucci made erotic use of Marlon Brando

[Preston, Moderator]

searching for this restricted covenant,
sapped the love out of the lieutenant.

[Roger]

and replaced his strength with aniseed raki
the sweetest of kisses from his good love Zaki

[Preston, Moderator]

Then thing got so very gory,
the lieutenant got caught by Gregory.

[Roger]

Sheeesh… bit of a push, that last,
running hard, perhaps too fast?

[Roger]

Two guys in love, they're good buds
Roger's off to write Desert Studs…

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

But Gregory and Zaki are desert studs.
Don't be fooled by those Mahdist duds.

[Roger]

The Desert Studs are Ryan, Ethan, and a trucker,
one's dark, the other blond, and one's a…

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

bloodsucker—still he's good to his mother,
just not safe with anyone other.

[Roger]

That's so good I have no answer, nothing whopping,
and besides it's Saturday, time to go shopping.

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

On thursday you went shopping
I saw that when game hopping.

[Roger]

That was to buy an emergency lamb chop
which I purchased at the local butcher shop.

[Preston, Moderator]

Just one lamb chop and no spare?
Did Oli go without or did you share?

[Roger]

No, I bought two and cooked them right,
but in the evening Oli has no appetite.

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

Using all those inks crimson, magenta...
He's only got room 5 plates of polenta.

[or so a little big birdie once told me.]

[Roger]

This is so true, polenta goes down his throat
faster than Toad of Toad Hall can say "stoat"

[Preston, Moderator]

Gregory's fist hit the looey's face
the lieutenant got knocked into outer space,

[Roger]

Rubbing his sore fist, Gregory knew he was made
in attractive mold, nice enough to put out for trade

[Preston, Moderator]

But why should he do such a grueling job,
And chance wearying his thingamabob?

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

Zaki played with his telescope
Searching the skies for Lieutenant grope.

[Roger]

Feeling like Copper Knickers and Galileo
he smothered his BLT in Helman's Mayo.

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

The looey was orbiting Amalthea Gossamer Ring,
Trying to grab it and use it for bling.

[Preston, Moderator]

Copernicus said give me that the thing,
He looked and said that looey's amazing.

[Roger]

"Well burn me at the stake!" quoth Lootenant Grope
"That durned telescope thingie may be our only hope."

[Preston, Moderator]

Copernicus sidled up to the looey,
And said let's you and I get gooey.

[Roger]

The fresh-mown lawn beneath was all dewey
as their limbs entangled, whim wham and flooey.

[Preston, Moderator]

Zaki looked on through the telescope,
With a hope he'd get in on the grope.

[Roger]

But he paused when up came Gregory
And on his dark neck planted a hickory.

[Preston, Moderator]

nut and then let loose a squirrel.

[Roger]

[where's the second line? double smirk]

nut and then let loose a squirrel
who turned to the nurse and begged a deferral

[Preston, Moderator]

The nurse was handsome, his voice like a skirl,
So the old count said "Lets give it a whirl."

[Roger]

Nursie was everywhere, lips and teeth,
I want you on top and me beneath.

[Preston, Moderator]

said the vampire to the nurse,
With my hemorrhoids being bottom's a curse.

[Roger]

Somehow, they made it work with the help of mud,
a great deal of exertion, and a bucket of blood.

[Roger]

He walked the street with umbrella unfold
And told himself that he was Harold.

[Preston, Moderator]

Like Harold and the Purple Crayon
he drew doors for himself hither and yon.

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

He open the doors and passed through,
Whatever he wanted he just drew.

[Preston, Moderator]

Thirsty and outside a blood bank,
drawing a door he drew a blank.

[Preston, Moderator]

Harolds crayon ran out of color,
He disappeared in a ghostly pallor.

[Roger]

But found himself outside, head awhirl,
Crying out, "I'm a boy, not a girl."

[Preston, Moderator]

We on to that we said your pale,
Never said you were female.

[Preston, Moderator]

I'm sorry Harold your crayon went ghostly,
But real doors and paths are better mostly.

[Roger]

Harold sat down, his eyes all runny,
But he liked his eggs upside and sunny.

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

Harold is a dear, sweet honey
even if his crayon is funny.

[Roger]

Harold likes things all Mork and Mindy
He wouldn't like it here--sunny but windy.

[Preston, Moderator]

Perfect for my spinning sculptures,
which shoo the buzzards and the vultures.

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

I wanna see the bright lights tonight,
take me to the dance and hold me tight.

[Roger]

Which is not Chicago style for tonite,
So hold me bright and dance me tite.

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Boyd wrote: "I want see the bright lights tonight,
take me to the dance and hold me tight."

You are missing a to,
and that simply won't do.

[Roger]

Oh, my Dear, I feel that's nit-picking,
but Boyd often needs an off-ticking